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psalm  civ.  23- 

1 

WILL 

sing  unto  the  Lord 

is 

LONG 

AS 

I 

LIVE 

J    I    WILL     SING    PRAISE     UNTOMY 

God   while  I   have   my 

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PHILADELPHIA: 

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DEAR  BRETHREN, 

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and  public  nvorjpip  :  and  as  we  intend  to  fir  ike 
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important  parts  of  di-vine  fiervice. 

'The  Hymn  Books  "which  have  been  already  pub- 
lijhed  among  us,    are  truly   excellent.      The   Sele& 
Hymns,  the  double  collection  of  Hymns  and  2 
(the  latter  of  which  may  be  fupplied  by  a  c 
<verfon  of  the  Pfalms,  fieU&ed  fnm  the  bf  ih  im 
Poets  that   have  written,    which  tt0'  promffe  t'j 
publfio  with    a  third  and  more  complex    e   i 
our  Prayer  Book )  and  the  Rede/up. 
play  great  fpiritiiality  as  well  as 
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have  little  time  and  lefs  money.  The  Pocket  Hymn 
Book  lately  fent  abroad  in  thefe  States,  is  a  m<fl 
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Mtthodifis,  among  whom  all  the  before-mentioned 
books   have  been   thoroughly    circulated  for     many 

years.  But  all  the  excellencies  of  the  former  pub- 
lications are   in  a  great  meafure  concentered  in  the 

frfnt,  which  contains  the  choicefl  and  mft  pr- 
cious  of  the  Hymns  that  are  to  be  found  in  the  fir- 
mer editions  ;  and  at  the  fame  time  is  fo  portable , 
thai  you  may  always  carry  it  with  you  without  the 
If,  i ft  inconvenience. 

We  are  the  more  delighted  with  this  dffign,  as 
vo  perfonal  advantage  is  concerned,  but  the  public 
g  )d  nloue.  For  after  the  necejfary  expences  of 
printing  and  binding  are  d if  charged,  we  jhall 
make  it  a  noble  charity,  hy  applying  the  profits 
mtiftng  ther  from,  to  the  heavy  debts  of  our 
Churches  and  College, 

f  We  exhort  you  to  fing  with  the  f pi  tit  and  with 

nderflanding   alfo :    and  thu*   may  the   high 

of  God  be  fet  up  from  Eafl   to  IVeft,    front 

North  to  Sfffth :    and  we  Jhall  be  happily  injlru- 

mental  in  leading  the  devotion   of  thvfands,    and 

rejoice  to  join  you  in  time  and  eternity. 


JJ'e  an', 

Dear  Brethren, 

Your  faithful  Taflors  in  Chrijl* 


A  Pocket   HYMN  BOOK. 


AWAKENING    and    INVITING, 


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HYMN    L 


1  /~\  FOR  a  thcufand  tongues  to  fing 
\^J     My  dear  Redeemer's  praife ! 
The  glories  of  ray  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 

2  My  gracious  Mafter,  and  rny  God, 

Afiilt  me  to  proclaim, 
To  fpread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jefus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  forrows  ceafe  : 
JTis  riiufic  in  the  finner's  ears; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  Ke  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  fin, 

He  fets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  fouleft  clean  : 
His  blood  availed  me. 

5  Look  unto  him,  ye  nations,  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ; 
Look,  and  be  fav'd  through  faith  abn^ 
Be  juftify'd  by  grace ! 


6  AWAKENING 

6  Sec  all  your  fins  on  Jefus  laid  ; 

The  Lamb  of  God  was  (lain, 
Hi:  foul  was  once  an  off'ring  mad* 
For  every  foul  of  man. 

7  With  me,  your  Chief  ye  then  mall  know, 

Shall  feel  your  fins  forgiv  n; 

Anticipate  your  heav'n  below, 

And  own  that  love  is  heav'n. 

HYMN    II. 
i   /^  OME,  ye  finners,  poor  and  needy, 
V_^     Weak  and  wounded,  rich  and  fore, 
Jefus  ready  fiands  to  fave  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  pow'r ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
L\  ery  grace  that  brings  you  nigh ; 

Without  money 
Come  to  Jefus  Chrift  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  confeience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitnefs  fondly  dream. 
All  the  fitnefs  he  requires, 
Is  to  feci  your  need  of  him; 

This  he  gives  you, 
*Tis  the  Spirit's  glimmering  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden'd, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all; 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  jefus  came  to  call. 


AN©  IKVITISS; 

j  Agenizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  proftrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  crv  before  he  dies, 

(<  Itisfinifh'd!" 

Sinners,  will  not  this  fuffice  ? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  afcending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 

Let  no  other  trail  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jefus 
Can  do  helplefs  iinners  good. 

1  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert. 
Sing  the  praifes-  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blifsful  feats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  fame. 

HYMN    IH. 

1  /^OME,  finners,  to  the  gofpel-feaft  * 
V^  Let  every  foul  be  Jefu's  gueft ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 

For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  ail : 

Come  all  the  world  \.  come,  firmer,  thou ! 

All  things  in  Chriil  are  ready  now. 
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3  Come  all  ye  fouls  by  lin  oppreft, 
Ye  reftlefs  wand'rers  after  reft  ; 
Ye  poor,  and  maim'd,  and  halt  an 
|n  Ckrift  a  hearty  welcome  find, 

.    'A.4 


/ 

S  AWAKE  NINC 

4  My  meflage  as  from  Gcd  receive  ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Chriit,  and  live ; 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  conilrain, 
Nor  fuffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel : 

His  conqu'ring  love  confent  to  feel ; 
Yield  to  his  love's  reilftlefs  power, 
And  fight  againft  your  God  no  more. 

6  See  him  fet  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  facrificc  I 
His  offer 'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  fav'd  by  grace  ! 

»]  This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  ! 
This  is  the  acceptable  day  : 
Come  in,  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  dy'd  for  all  i 

H  Y  M  N    IV. 

Why  nviHye  die,  O  houfe  of  Ijracl ! 
Ezek.  xviii.  51. 

1  Q INKERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
O   God,  your  Maker,  afks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 

de  you  with  hirnfelf  to  live  ; 
lie  the  fatal  caufe  demands, 

work  of  his  own  hands ;. 
,  ye  thanklefs  creatures,  why 
ye  crofs  his  love  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour,  alks  you  why  \ 
God,  who  rKd  your  foals  retrieve, 
Dy'd  hirnfelf,  that  you  might  live. 


AFD   INVITING. 

Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 
*Why,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  why 
Will  you  flight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  the  Spirit,  afks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  ail  your  lives  hath  {trove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  ftill  refufe  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-fought  finners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 

4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
Spiritually  dead  in  fin, 

Dead  to  God,  while  here  you  breathe, 
Rant  ye  after  fecond  death  ? 
Will  you  ftill  in  fin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O  ye  dying  finners,  why,    - 
Why  will  you  for  ever  die  ? 

HYMN    V. 

1  Q INNERS,  obey  the  gofpel  word, 
O  Hade  to  the  fupper  of  my  Lord  ; 
Be  wife  to  know  your  gracious  day  ! 
All  things  are  ready  ;  come  away. 

2  Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kifs  his  late  returning  fon  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  ftands, 
And  fpreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 

3  Ready  the  Spirit  of  his  love, 
Juft  now  the  ftcny  to  remove  j 

A; 


(►©  AWAKEXINC 

T'  apply,  and  witnefs  with  the  Mood, 
And  waih,  and  feal  the  fons  of  God. 

4  Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  bleft  eitatc; 
Tuning  their  harps  they  long  to  praifc 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

ready  with  their  fhining  hoft  : 
All  heav'n  is  ready  to  refound, 
"  The  Dead's  alive  !  the  Lord  is  found." 

6  Come  then,  ye  finners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Chnft  to  paradife  reftor'd ; 

His  proffer'd  benefits  embrace, 
7  he  plenitude  of  gofpel-grace. 

HYMN    VI. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 
Nail'd  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
Kow  vail  the  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans!  while  nature  fhakes, 

And  earth's  ilrong  pillars  bend ! 
7 he  temple's  veil  in  funder  breaks, 
The  folid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ranfom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  foul,"  he  cries! 
See,  where  he  bows  his  facred  head! 

He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 
^  But  foon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  Ihine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 

Was  ever  love  like  thine ! 


AND  INVITING.  U 

HYMN    VII. 

OLove  divine  !  what  haft  thou  done  ! 
Th'  immortal  God  hath  dy'd  for  me  I 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son 

Bore  all  my  fins  upon  the  tree : 
Th'  immortal  God  for  me  hath  dy'd; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify 'd. 
Behold  him,  all  ye  that  pafs  by, 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  life  and  peace ! 
Come,  fee,  ye  worms,  your  Maker  die, 

And  fay,  was  ever  grief  like  his  ! 
Come,  feel  with  me,  his  blood  apply 'd  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify  'd. 

Is  crucify 'd  for  me  and  you, 

To  bring  us  rebels  back  to  God  ; 
Believe,  believe  the  record  true, 

Ye  all  are  bought  with  jefu's  blcod  ; 
Pardon  for  all  flows  from  his  fide ; 
My  Lord,  my  love  is  crucify'd. 
Then  let  us  fit  beneath  his  crofs, 

And  gladly  catch  the  healing  ftream  ; 
All  things  for  him  account  but  lofs, 

And  give  up  all  our  hearts  to  him  ; 
Of  nothing  think  or  fpeak  befide  ; 
My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd. 

HYMN    VIII. 

THEE  we  adore,  eternal  name, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying:  worms  we  be ! 
A  6 


J  2  AWAKENING 

2  Cur  wafting  lives  grow  fhortcr  (till, 

As  days  and  months  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  heating  pulfe  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  Meals  away 

The  breath  that  full  it  gave : 

Whate'cr  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  trav'hng  to  the  grave. 

4  Dingers  ftand  thick  through  all  the  ground. 

To  pufli  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Great  God  !  on  what  a  flender  thread 

Kang  everlafting  things ! 
TV  eternal  Hates  of  all  the  dead, 
Upon  hie's  feeble  ilrings ! 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe, 

Depends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 

And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe, 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road; 

And  if  our  fouls  are  hurry 'd  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God ! 

HYMN    IX. 

i   T  X  THEN  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death, 
V  V       O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  lliall  I  appear ! 
2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  m?y  be  fought  ? 


AND   INVITING.  Ij 

My  foul  with  inward  horror  fhrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  {halt  ftand  difclos'd, 

In  majelty  fevere, 
And  fit  in  judgment  on  my  foul, 
O  howjnall  I  appear! 

4  O  may  my  broken  contrite  heart, 

Timely  my  fins  lament, 
And  early  with  repentant  tears, 
Eternal  woe  prevent. 

5  Behold  the  forrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late  ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan^ 
To  give  thofe  forrows  weight. 

6  For  nerer  mall  my  foul  defpair 

Her  pardon  to  fecure, 
Who  knows  thy  cnly  Son  hath  dy'd 
To  make  that  pardon  fure. 

HYMN    X. 

j  A   ND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 

jl\.      To  lay  this  body  down  _? 
And  muft  my  trembling  fpirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown  ? 
A  land  of  deepeit  made, 
.  Unpierc'd  by  human  thought ! 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead. 
Where  all  things  are  forget. 
%       Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happinefs  or  woe 
Mutt  then  my  portion  be! 


y  AWAKENING 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  found, 

I  from  my  grave  mail  rife, 
And  fee  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 

And  fee  the  naming  ikies ! 

How  fhall  I  leave  my  tomb ! 

With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curfe  or  bleffing  meet  ? 

Will  angel-bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devils  drag  my  foul  away 

To  meet  its  fentence  there  ? 

Who  can  refolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  bread  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  cad  out, 

Or  number'd  with  the  bleft  ? 

J  mud  from  God  be  driv'n, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell : 
Mud  come  at  his  command  to  heav'it, 

Or  elfe  depart  to  hell. 

0  thou  that  wouldft  not  have 
One  wretched  finner  die, 

Who  dy'dft  thyfelf,  my  foul  to  fave 
From  endlefs  rnifery  ! 
She*'  me  the  way  to  fhun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  fevere, 

That  when  thou  corned  on  thy  throne 

1  may  with  joy  appear. 

Thou  art  thyfelf  the  way, 
Thyfelf  in  me  reveal ; 
So  mall  I  fpend  my  life's  fhort  day 
Obedient  to  thy  will ; 


AND  INVITING.  t  5 

So  mall  I  love  my  God, 
Becaufe  he  firft  lov'd  me, 
And  praife  thee  in  thy  bright  abode^- 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN    XI. 

1  A    ND  am  I  only  born  to  die  ? 
Ji  jL  And  muft  I  fuddenly  comply 

With  nature's  ftern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  for  me  remains? 
Celeftial  joys,  ouhelliili  pains, 

To  all  eternity  ! 

2  How  then  ought  I  on  earth  to  live, 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 

And  props  the  houfe  of  clay  ; 
My  fole  concern,  my  linglc  care, 
To  watch  and  tremble,  and  prepare 

Againft  that  fatal  day! 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  fo  foon  is  gone ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  muft  Hand  before 
-    T*  inexorable  throne  ! 

4  No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  mifery  or  joy  ; 

But  Oh !  when  both  (hall  end, 
Where  mall  I  find  my  deftih'd  place, 
Shall  I  my  everlafting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  fpend  ? 


]6  AWAKZNIN© 

5  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  efcape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  my  own  election  fure, 
And,  when  I  fail  on  earth,  fecure 

A  manfion  in -the  ikies, 

6  Jefus,  vouchsafe  a  pitying  ray, 

.Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  way 

To  glorious  happinefs ! 
Ah  !  write  the  pardon  on  my  heart, 
And  whenfoe'er  I  hence  depart, 

Let  me  depart  in  peace. 

H  Y  M  N    XII. 

t       nPHOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dcai, 
JL       Before  whofe  bar  fevere, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  fhall  foon  appear  ; 
Our  caution'd  fouls  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  -is  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  itir  us  up  to  pray. 

Z       To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When  rob'd  in  majefty  and  pow'r 

Thou  (halt  from  heav'n  come  down ; 

Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  trail). 

With  all  thy  glorious  grac^. 

3       To  damp  cur  earthly  joys, 
T'  iccreafe  our  gracious  fears. 


AND    INVITING,  tatj 

For  ever  let  tr/  archangel's  voice 

Be  founding  in  our  ears ; 

The  folemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Jirdge  is  come, 
"  Arife,  and  meet  him  in  the  iky, 

.**  And  meet  your  inftant  doom  V- 

O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  his  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  found, 

And  looking  for  the  Lord  ! 

O  may  we  thus  infure 

A  lot  "among  die  bleit, 
And  watch  a  moment  to  fecure 

An  everlafting  reft ! 

HYMN    XIH. 

TTE  comes !  he  comes !  the  Judge  fevers,' 

il  The  feventh  trumpet  fpeaks  him  mar; 

His  lightnings  flam,  his  thunders  roll ; 

How  welcome  to  the  faithful  foul ! 

From  heav'n  angelic  voices  found, 

See  the  almighty  Jefus  crown'd  ! 

Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 

And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

Defcending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own  ; 

The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 

And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord, 

Shout  all  the  people  of  the  iky, 

And  all  the  faints  of  the  Molt  High  ; 

Oar  Lord,  who  now  his  right  obti-i 

For  ever  and  for  ever  reign*. 


fy  AWAKENING 

HYMN    XIV. 

i    T    O  !  he  comes  with  clouds  defcending, 
Jl  J     Once  for  favour'd  finners  flain  ! 
Thoufand,  thoufand  faints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train. 

Hallelujah! 
Gcd  appears  with  man  to  reign. 

2  Ev'ry  eye  (hall  now  behold  him, 

Rob'd  in  dreadful  majefty  ;  . 
Thofe  who  fet  at  nought  and  fold  him, 
Pierc'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Meffiah  fee. 

3  The  dear  token  of  his  paffion, 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears  ; 
Caufe  of  endlefs  exultation 

To  his  ranfom'd  worfhippers  : 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  thofe  glorious  fears. 
4.  Yea  !  Amen  !  let  all  adore  thee* 
High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  povv'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  5 

Jah  !  Jehovah  1 
Everlafdng  God  come  dowa. 

HYMN    XV. 

1        T>  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
jL)     The  gladly  folemn  found, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remoter!  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home# 


AND  INVITING*  1<J 

Jefus,  our  great  High  Prieft, 
Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  fpirits  reft, 

Ye  mournful  fouls  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Ye  (laves  of  fin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  fafe  in  Jefus  dwell, 
And  bleft  in  Jefus  live. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  j 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

Ye,  who  have  fold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jefu's  love. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 

The  gofpel-trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heav'nly  grace, 
And  fav'd  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  ccme  ; 
Ret  urn,  ye  ranfom'd  finners,  home. 


tO  AWAKES  INC 

H  Y  M  N    XVI. 


i   HTERRIBLE  thought !  (hall  I  alone, 
X        Who  may  be  fav'd,  (hall  I, 
Of  all,  alas !  whom  I  have  knowa 
Through  fin  for  ever  die  ? 

2  While  all  my  old  companions  dear, 
With  whom  I  once  did  live, 
Joyful  at  God's  right  hand  appear 
A  blefiing  to  receive. 

5  Shall  I  amidit  a  ghailly  band, 
Dragg'd  to  the  judgment-feat, 
Far  on  the  left  with  horror  itand, 
My  fearful  doom  to  meet  ? 

4  While  they  enjoy  their  Saviour's  love, 

Mnft  I  in  torments  dwell  ? 
And  howl  (while  they  fing  hymns  above] 
And  blow  the  flames  of  hell. 

5  Ah  !  no  ;  I  Mill  may  turn  and  live; 

For  Hill  his  wrath  delays  ; 
lie  now  vouchfafes  a  kind  reprieve, 
An  .1  offers  me  his  grace. 

C  I  will  accept  his  offers  now. 
From  ev'ry  fin  depart, 
Perform  my  ofi  repeated  vow, 
And  render  him  my  heart. 

".   I  will  improve  what  I  receive, 

The  grace  through  Jefus  given ; 
Sure  if  with  God  on  earth  I  live, 
K  To  live  with  God  in  heav'n. 


AND  INVITING. 
H    Y    M   tf     XVII. 

i  rT~<HOU  God  of  glorious  majefty, 
X      To  thee,  againft  myfelf,  to  thee, 
A  worm  of  earth,  I  cry  ; 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endlefs  blifs  or  pain, 
A  finner  born  to  die ! 

2  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
fTwixt  two  uabounded  feas  I  itancl 

Secure,  infenllble; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  fpaee. 
Removes  me  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

Or  fhuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmoft  foul  convert, 
And  deeply  en  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  imprefs ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  foiemn  weight* 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  rigbteoumef?. - 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  malt  corns 
To  judge  the  nations  at  fhv  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  fhall  I  be  there! 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 
$  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'nefs  here, 
With  ferious  induftrv  and  fear 

Eternal  blifs  t'  erifure  ; 
Thine  utmoft  counfel  to  fulfil, 
And  fufFer  all  thy  righteous  wll^ 

And  to  the  end  endure, 


I  PENITENTIAL. 

Then,  Saviour,  then  my  foul  receive* 
Tranfported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  fweetly  loft  in  light, 
And  hope  in  full,  Supreme  delight, 

And  everlafting  love. 


PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN    XVIII. 

i    T?  ATHER  of  Lights,  from  whom  proceeds 
JL       Whatever  thy  ev'ry  creature  needs, 
Whofe  goodnef?,  providently  nigh, 
Feeds  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry : 
To  thee  I  look,  my  heart  prepare, 
Suggeft,  and  hearken  to  my  pray'r. 

2  Since  by  thy  light  myfelf  I  fee 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  void  of  thee  ; 
Thy  eyes  male  all  my  thoughts  furvey. 
Preventing  what  my  lips  would  fay  ; 
Thou  feeit  my  wants,  for  help  they  call, 
And  ere  I  fpeak  thou  know'ft  them  all. 

3  Thou  know'ft  the  bafenefs  of  my  mind, 
W  avward,  and  impotent,  and  blind  : 
Thou  know'ft  how  unfubdu'd  my  will, 
Averfe  to  good,  and  prone  to  ill ; 

Thou  known:  how  wide  my  paflions  rove, 
Nor  checked  by  fear,  nor  charm'd  by  love. 

4  Fain  would  I  know  as  known  by  thee, 
And  feel  the  indigence  I  iee  ; 

Fain  would  I  ail  my  vilenefs  own, 
And  deep  beneath  the  burden  groan ; 


PENITENTIAL*  23 

Abhor  the  pryle  that  lurks  within, 
Deteft  and  loath  myfelf  and  fin. 
Ah!  give  me,  Lord,  myfelf  to  feel, 
My  total  mifery  reveal; 
Ah!  give  me,  Lord,  (I  Hill  would  fay) 
A  heart  to  mourn,  a  heart  to  pray  ; 
My  buf.nefs  this,  my  only  care, 
My  life,  my  ev'ry  breath  be  pray-% 

HYMN    XIX.  ' 

OThat  I  could  repent! 
O  that  I  could  believe  ! 
Thou,  by  thy  voice,  the  marble  rent, 

The  rock  in  funder  cleave ! 

Thou,  by  the  two-edg'd  fword, 

My  foul  and  fpirit  part, 
Strike  with  the  hammer  oj*  thy  word,, 

And  break  my  ftubbor  *  heart. 

Saviour,  and  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  double  grace  bellow, 
Unloofe  the  bands  of  wickednefs, 

And  let  the  captive  go  : 

Grant  me  my  fins  to  feel, 

And  then  the  load  remove ; 
Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal> 

The  balm  of  pard'ning  love. 

For  thy  own  mercy's  fake 

The  curfed  thing  remove, 
And  into  thy  protection  take 

The  pris'ner  of  thy  love  j 

In  ev'ry  trying  hour 

Stand  by  my  feeble  foul, 
And  fcreen  me  from  my  nature's  pow'f 

Till  thou  hail  made  me  whole* 


2*.  PENITENTIAL^ 

4       This  is  thy  will,  I  know, 

That  I  mould  holy  be, 
Should  let  my  fin  this  moment  go, 

This  moment  turn  to  thee : 

O  might  I  now  embrace 

Thy  ail-fuffic:ent  pow'r, 
And  never  more  to  lin  give  place, 

And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

HYMN    XX. 

T     TESU,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
mJ      Call  back  a  wand 'ring  fheep ; 
Falfe  to  thee,  like  Peter,  1 
*    Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  : 
Let  me  be  by  grace  reftor'd, 

On  me  be  all  iong-fufT'ring  mown  ; 
Turr,  and  look>  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  m/  heart  of  ftone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince  enthron'd  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  > 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

3  For  thine  own  compaction's  fake 

The  gracious  wonder  mow  ! 
Caft  my  fins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wafli  me  white  as  fnow  ; 
If  thy  bowels  now  are  ftirr'd, 

If  I  now  myfelf  bemoan, 
Turn,  and  lock  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  hear:  of  itor.e, 


PENITENTIAL  3$ 

4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  fufFer  me  to  aie  ! 
Life,  and  happinefs,  and  love, 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  Hone. 

5  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  purfu'd 

The  firlt  apoilate  man, 
Saw  him  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

And  ba^liirn_  rife  again ; 
Speak  my  paradife  reftor'd, 

Redee^n  me  by  thy  grace  alone  i 
Turn,  and 'look  upon  me,  Lord, 
-Ana  break  my  heart  of  ftone. 

6  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live  ; 
**  Father,"  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gafp'd)  (i  forgive  1" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'tis  done  V' 

0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
Thou  break'ft  my  heart  of  ftone* 

H  Y  M  N    XXL 
i    T    ET  the  world  their  virtue  boaft, 
ft  a     Their  works  of  right'oufnefs  ; 
I,  a  wretch,  undone  and  loft, 
Am  freely  fav'd  by  grace  ; 
Other  title  I  diftlaim. 

This,  only  rhis,  is  all  my  plea,.. 

1  the  chief  of  rinneis  am, 
j-ut  i.sfus  dv'd  for  me! 

E 


t  PF.MITENTIAr,. 

plappy  they  whofe  joys  abound 

Like  Jordan's  fuelling  flream, 
Who  their  heav'n  in  Chrift  have  found, 

And  give  the  praife  to  hiin  ; 
Let  them  triumph  in  his  name, 

Enjoy  their  full  felicity  ; 
I  the  chief  of  Tinners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 
Eleft  are  they,  entirely  bleft, 

Who  can  in  him  rejoice, 
Lean  on  his  beloved  bread, 

And  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  5 
Meaneft  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

His  fteps  I  at  a  diftance  fee  ; 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 
jefus,  thou  for  me  haft  dy'd, 

And  thou  in  me  fhalt  live  ; 
I  (hall  feel  thy  death  apply 'd, 

I  fhall  thy  life  receive  ; 
To  bring  fire  en  earth  thou  came, 

O  that  it  now  may  kindled  be  I 
I  the  chief  of  finners  am, 

But  Jefus  dy'd  for  me  ! 

H  Y  M  N    XXII. 
T  X  JTTH  glorious  clouds  eacornpaf!  round, 

V  V       Whom  angels  dimly  fee, 
Will  the  Unfearchalle  be  found, 

Or  God  appear  to  me  ? 
Will  he  forfake  his  throne  above, 

Himfelf  to  worms  impart  ?    I 
Anfwer,  thou  Man  of  Grief  and  I.ovs, 
And  ipeak  it  to  my  heart. 


rENITENTI&L.  2j 

3  In  manifefled  love  explain 

Thy  wonderful  defign'; 
What  meant  the  fufFring  Son  of  Man  ? 
Tlie  ftreaming  blood  divine  ? 

4  Didft  thou  not  in  -our  flefh  appear, 

And  live  and  die  below, 
That  I  may  now  perceive  thee  near, 
And  my  Redeemer  know  ? 

5  Come  then,  and  to  my  foul  reveal 

The  heights  and  depth's  of  grace, 
The  wounds  which  all  my  forrows  heal, 
That  dear  disfigur'd  face. 

6  Before  my  eyes  of  faith  confefl, 

Stand  forth  a  daughter 'd  Lamb  ; 
And  wrap  me  in  thy  crimfon  veil, 
And  tell  me  all  thy  name. 

7  Jehovah  in  thy  perfon  mow, 

/Jehovah  crucify 'd ! 
And  then  the  pard'ning  God  I  know* 
And  feel  the  blood  apply 'd.  * 

8  I  view  the  Lamb  in  his  own  light, 

Whom  angels  dimly  fee  : 
'  And  gaze,  tranfported  at  the  light, 
To  all  eternity. 


H  Y  M  N    XXIII. 

ESU,  if  ftill  the  fame  thou  art, 
If  all  thy  promifes  are  fare, 
bet  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 

And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor : 
To  me  be  all  thy  treafures  giv'rij 

The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heav'n. 


J 


53  TESITEKTIAL. 

2  Thou  hafi:  pronouncVi  the  mourners  blcft, 

And  lo  !  for  thee  I  ever  mourn  : 
I  cannot,  no,  I  will  net  reft, 

Till  thou  my  only  reft  return  ; 
Till  thou  the  Prince  of  Peace,  appear, 
And  I  receive  the  Comforter. 

3  Where  is  the  bleffednefs  beftow'd 

On  all'  that  hunger  after  thee  ? 
I  hunger  riow,  I  thirft  for  God  f 

See,  the  poor  fainting  finner  fee, 
And  fatisfy  with  endlefs  peace, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  right'oufnefs. 

4  Ah,  Lord  !  if  thou  art  in  that  figh, 

Then  hear  rhvfelf  within  mc  pray; 
Hear  in  my  h<  art  thy  Spirit's  cry, 

Mark  v  hat  my  lab 'ring  foul  would  fay  ; 
Anfwer  the  deep  unutter'd  groan, 
Anc  (hew  that  thou  and  I  are  one. 

5  Shine  on  thy  work,  difperfe  the  gloom, 

Light  in  thy  light  I  then  mail  fee  ; 
Say  to  my  fouli  "  Thy  light  is  con.e, 

"  Glory  divine  is  ris'n  on  thee  : 
t(  Thy  warfare's  paft,  thy  mourning's  o'er, 
"  Look  up,  for  thou  malt  weep  no  more." 

6  Lord.  I  believe  the  promife  (urt, 

And  trull  thou  wilt  not  long  delay ; 
Hungry,,  and  forrowful,  and  poor, 

Upon  thy  word  myfelf  I  ftay  : 
Into  thine  hands  my  All  refign, 
And  wait  till  all  thou  art  is  mine. 


PENITENTIAL.  I  .•• 

H  Y  M  N    XXIV. 

i    TESUS,  if  ftill  thou  art  to-day 
«i      As  yeiterday  the  fame, 
Preheat  to  heal,  in  me  difplay 
The  virtue  of  thy  name. 

2  If  ftill  thoa  go 'ft  about  to  do 

Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praife  may  mew, 
Be  ail  thy  wonders  fnew'd. 

3  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat; 
With  pitying  eyes  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

4  Loathfome,  and  foul,  and  felf-abhorr'da 

I  fink  beneath  my  fin; 
But  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine  can  make  me  clean. 

5  Thou  feeil  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open,  O  Lord,  my  ear  ;     - 
Bid  me  ftreteh  out  my  wither  d  hands, 
And  lift  them  up  in  pray 'r. 

6  Silent,  (alas !  thou  know'ft  how  loag) 

My  voice  I  cannot  raife  ; 
But  O!  when  thou  malt  loofe  my  tongue, 
The  dumb  fhall  iing  thy  praife. 

7  Lame  at  the  pool  I  ftill  am  found  : 

Give,  and  my  ftrength  employ  ; 
Light  as  a  hart  I  then  (hall  bound, 
The  lame  fhall  leap  for  joy. 
S  Blind  from  my  birth  to  guilt  and  the^ 
And  dark  I  am  within  a 
B3 


50  PENITENTIAL. 

The  love  of  God  I  cannot  fee, 
The  finfulnefs  of  fin. 

9  But  thou,  they  fay,  art  pafiing  by, 
O  let  me  find  thee  near ; 
Jefus,  in  mercy,  hear  my  cry, 
Thou  Son  of  David  hear. 

10  Long  have  I  waited  in  the  way 

For  thee',    the  heav'nly  light; 

Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  fay, 

Sinner,  receive  thy  fight. 
I 

HYMN    XXV, 

I         TESU,  lover  of  my  foul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bofom  fly, 
\\hile  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempeft  ftill  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  ftorm  of  life  is  paft; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  foul  at  laft ! 
s       Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helplefs  foul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  fupport  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  truft  on  thee  is  itay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defencelefs  head 

With  the  fhadow  of  thy  wing. 
3       Thou,  O  Chrift,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Baife  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

JleaJ  the  lick,  and  lead  the  blind : 


PENITENTIAL  $t 

Jtiffc  and  holy  is  thy  name; 

I  am  all  unrighteouinefs ; 
Falfe,  and  full  of  fin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace* 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  fin  : 
Let  the  healing  ftreams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart? 

Rife  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN    XXVI. 

OLove  divine,  how  fweet  thou  art ! 
When  mail  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  thirlt,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatnefs  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Chrift  to  me ! 

Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell  5 
Its  riches  are  unfearchable  : 

The  rirft-born  fons  of  light 
Deli  re  in  vain  its  depths  to  fee  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  myftery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 
O  that  it  now  were  fhed  abroad 

In  this  poor  ftony  heart ! 
For  love  1  figh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine ! 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 


$1  PENITENTIAL. 

4  O  that  I  couM  for  ever  fit 
With  Mary  at  the  Mailer's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  : 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  blifs, 
My  joy,  my  heav'n  on  earth  be  this, 

'I  o  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice  ! 

5  O  that  I  could,  with  favour'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  bread  ! 
From  care,  and  fin,  and  furrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  cverlafting  reft! 

HYMN    XXVII. 

1  A    H  !  whither  mould  I  go, 

JT\.     Burdcn'd,  and  fick,  and  faint  ? 
To  whom  fhould  I  my  trouble  Inow, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 
My  Saviour  bids  me  come, 
Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
Ke  calls  the  weary  finner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  flay. 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  my  Saviour  take 

Pcffeffion  of  my  heart  ? 
Some  curfed  thing  unknown 

Muft  furely  lurk  within  ; 
Some  idol,  which  I  will  not  own, 

Some  fee  ret  bofom-fin. 

3  Jefu,  the  hind'rance  mow,    . 

Which  I  have  fear'd  to  fee  i 


PENITENTIAL.  33 

Yet  let  me  now  confent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  out  of  thee. 
Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  pow'r  clifplay ; 
Into  its  darkeft  corners  mine, 
And  take  the  -veil  away. 
4       I  now  believe,   in  thee 

Compaiiion  reigns  alcne ; 
According  to  my  faith,  to  me 
O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done  ! 
In  me  is  all  the  bar, 

Which  thou  would'ft  fain  remove  ; 
Remove  it,  and  I  mail  declare, 
That  God  is  only  love. 

HYMN    XXVIII. 
i    T^ATHER  of  Jefus  Chi  ill  the  juft, 
JT      My  Friend  and  Advocate  with  thee, 
Pity  a  foul  that  fain  would  truft 

In  him  who  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  me  ; 
But  only  thou  canft  make  him  known, 
And  in  my  heart  reveal  thy  Son. 

2  If,  drawn  by  thine  alluring  grace, 

My  want  of  living  faith  I  feel, 
Show  me  in  Chriil  thy  {railing  face, 

What  flefh  and  blood  can  ne'er  reveal ; 
Thy  co-eternal  Son  difplay, 
And  call  my  d-arknefs  into  day, 

3  The  gift  unfpeakable  impart  ; 

Command  the  light  of  faith  to  mine  ; 
To  mine  in  my  dark,  drooping  heart, 

And  fill  me  with  the  life  divine  : 
Now  bid  the  new  creation  be  ! 
O  God,  let  there  be  faith  in  me; 


PENITENTIAL* 


H  Y  M  N    XXIX. 


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JESUS  my-  hope, 
For  me  ofFer'd  up, 
Who  with  clamour  parfu'd  thee  to  Calvary's  top : 
The  blood  thou  haft  med, 
For  me  let  it  plead, 
And  declare  thou  halt  iy'd  in  thy  murderer's  (lead. 

2  Now,  now  let  me  know 
Its  virtue  below  ; 

Let  it  warn  me,  and  I  mail  be  whiter  than  fnow. 

Let  it  hallow  my  heart, 

And  throughly  convert, 
And  make  me,  O  Lord,  in  the  world  as  thou  art, 

3  Each  moment  applv'd, 
My  weakness  to  hide, 

Thy  blood  be  upon  me,  and  always  abide  : 

My  advocate  prove 

With  the  Father  above, 
And  fpeak  me  at  laft  to  the  throne  of  thy  love. 

H  Y  M  N    XXX.    , 

I    /^OME,  holy  celeftial  Dove, 
V^y     To  vifit  a  forrowful  breaft, 
My  burthen  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  aflu ranee  and  reft  : 
Thou  only  haft  pow'r  to  relieve 

A  finner  overwhelm 'd  with  his  load  ; 
The  fenfe  of  acceptance  to  give, 

And  fprinkle  his  heart  with,  thy  blood. 


PENITENTIAL. 

2  With  me  if  of  old  thou  hail  {trove, 

And  ftrangely  with-held  from  my  £n, 
And  try'd,  by  the  lure  of  thy  love, 

My  worthlefs  affections  to  win  : 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive  ; 

Thy  utter  molt  mercy  exert ; 
And  kindly  continue  to  ftrive, 

And  hold  till  I  yield  thee  my  heart. 

3  Thy  call  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  figh'd  from  myfelf  to  get  free  ; 
And  groan'd  the  unfpeakable  groan, 

And  long'd  to  be  happy  in  thee  : 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  defire, 

Thy  peace  to  my  confcience  reveal, 
The  fenfe  of  thy  favour  infpire, 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel ! 

4  If  when  I  had  put  thee  to  grief, 

And  madly  to  folly  return 'd, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, - 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd  : 
Moil  pityful  Spirit  cf  Grace, 

Relieve  me  again,  and  reftore  ; 
My  fpfrit  in  holinefs  raife, 

To  fall  and  to  fufTcr  no  more. 

5  If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  gafp  for  a  drop  of  thy  love, 
If  Jefus  hath  bought  thee  with  blood 

For  me  to  receive  from  above  : 
Come,  heav'nly  Comforter,  come, 

True  witnefs  of  mercy  divine, 
And  make  me  thy  permant  home. 

And  feal  me  eternally  thine  ! 


36  PENITENTIAL, 


HYMN    XXXL 

1  QTAY,  thou  infulted  Spirit,  ftay, 

0  Tho'  I  have  done  thee  fuch  defpite  ; 
Nor  call  the  firmer  quite  away, 

Nor  take  thine  everlalting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  moft  unfaithful  been, 

Of  ail  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  feen, 
Ten  thoufand  times  thy  goodnefs  grlev'd, 

3  Yet  O  !  the  chief  of  fmners  fpare, 

In  honour  of  my  great  High  Prieft, 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  fwear 

T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  reft, 

4  If  yet  tiiou  canft  my  fins  forgive, 

From  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes ; 
Into  thy  reft  of  love  receive, 

And  blefs  me  with  the  calm  repofe. 

$  From  now  my  weary  foul  releafe, 

Up-raife  me  with  thy  gracious  hand,. 
And  g^uide  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  thy  promis'd  land. 

HYMN    XXXII. 

1  T  T  7EARY  of  wamd'ring  from  my  God, 
V  V       And  now  made  willing  to  return, 

1  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  : 

For  thee,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn  ; 
I  have  an  Advocate  above, 

A  Friead  before  the  throne  of  love. 


PENITENTIAL, 

4  O  Jefus,  fall  of  truth  and  grace  ; 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  fin, 
Yet  once  again  I  feek  thy  face, 

Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in, 
And  freely  my  backflidings  heal, 
And  love  the  faithlefs  fmner  ft  ill. 

3  Th^u  know 'ft  the  way  to  bring  me  back, 

My  fallen  fpirit  to  reft  ore  ; 
O  !  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  fake, 

Forgive  and  bid  me  fin  no  more  ! 
The  ruins  of  my  foul  repair, 
And  make  my  heart  a  houfe  of  pray  r. 

4  Ah  !  give  me,  Lord,  the  tender  heart. 

That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  fin  I 
A  godly  fear  of  fin  impart ; 

Implant  and  root  it  deep  within  ! 
That  I  may  dread  thy  gracious  pow % 
And  never  dare  to  offend  thee  more. 

HYMN    XXXIII: 

I   rT^O  the  haven  of  thy  bread, 
X       O  Son  of  Man,"  I  fly, 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  reft, ' 

For  O  the  ftorm  is  high  ! 
Save  me  from  the  furious  Mail, 

A  covert  from  the  tempeft  be  j 
Hide  me,  Jefu%  till  o'erpaft 
The  ftorm  of  fin  I  fee. 
z  Welcome  as  the  water-fpring 
To  a  dry  barren  place  : 
O  defcend  on  me  and  bring 
Thy  fweet-refrefhing  grace  £ 
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f>  PENITENTIAL. 

O'er  a  parch'd  and  weary  land, 
As  a  great  rock  extends  its  made, 

Hide  me,  Saviour,  with  thine  hand., 
And  fcreen  my  naked  head, 

3  In  the  time  of  my  diilrefs, 

Thou  haft  my  fuccour  been, 
In  my  utter  helpieffnefs, 

Reftraining  me  from  fin  ; 
O  how  fwiftiy  didll  thou  move, 

To  fare  me  in  the  trying  hcur ! 
Still  prated  me  with  thy  love, 

And  fiiicld  me  with  thy  pow'r. 

4  Firft  and  laft  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hart  begun  ; 
Be  my  (belter  from  the  llorm, 

My  (hadow  from  the  fun  : 
Let  me  hang  upon  my  God, 

Till  I  thy  perfect  glory  fee, 
lill  the  fprinlding  of  thy  blood 

Shall  fpeak  me  up  to  thee. 

HYMN    XXXIV. 

i   /^\  Thou  that  hear'ft  when  fmners  cry, 
V^/  Tho'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  lock, 
But  blot  their  mem 'ry  from  thy  book, 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  preience  from  my  heart, 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Calx  out  and  banitVd  fVcn:  ±y  fight ; 


#ENITEKTIAL, 

Thy  (aving  ftrength,  O  Lord,  reftofe, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
His  help  and  comfort  fall  afford : 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duff, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  jure.  : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

6  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways, 
Sinners  mail  learn  thy  fov'reien  grace  2 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  mall  praife  a  pard'ning  God, 

7  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  mall  be  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  mall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength  and  righieoufnefi, 

HYMN    XXXV. 

I   f^\  That  I  could  my  Lord  receive, 
K^J     Who  did  the  world  redeem  ! 
Who  gave  his  life,  that  I  might  live 
A  life  conceal'd  in  him. 
1  O  that  I  could  the  bfefimg  prove, 
My  heart's  extreme  defire ; 
-Live  happy  in  my  Saviour's  love. 
And  in  his  arms  expire  I 
3  Mercy  I  aik  to  feal  my  pea;  e., 
That,  kept  by  mercy's  pow'r,. 
C  z 


40  PENITENTIAL, 

I  may  from  ev'ry  evil  ceafe, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more  ! 

4  Now,  if  thy  gracious  will  it  be, 

Ev'n  now  my  fins  remove, 
And  fet  my  foul  at  liberty 
By  thy  victorious  love. 

5  In  anfwer  to  ten  thoufand  pray'rs, 

Thou  pard'ning  God  defcend, 
Number  me  with  fal nation's  heirs, 
My  fins  and  troubles  end. 

6  Nothing  I  alk,  or  want  befide 

Of  all  in  earth  or  heav'n ; 
But  let  me  feel  thy  blood  apply 'd, 
And  live,  and  die  forgiv'n. 

HYMN    XXXVI. 

i    y\ ROOFING  foul,  Ihake  off  thy  fears, 
AJ     Fearful  foul,  be  ftrong,  be  boU  ; 
Tarry  till  the  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold  : 
Murmur  not  at  his  delay, 

Dare  not  fet  thy  God  a  time, 
Calmly  for  his  coming  day, 

Leave  it,  leave  it  all  to  him. 
2  Fainting  foul,  be  bold,  be  ftrong ; 

Wait  the  leifure  of  thy  Lord; 
Though  it  feem  to  tarry  long, 

True  and  faithful  is  his  word  : 
On  his  word  my  foul  I  caft, 

(Fie  cannot  himfelf  deny) 
Surely  it  fhall  fpeak  at  lail  ;- 

It  fhall  fpeak,  and  mail  not  lye. 


PENITENTIAL,  A.J 

3  Ev'ry  one  that  feeks  fnall  find  : 

Ev'ry  one  that  afks  {hall  have  : 
Chrift,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Willing,  able  all  to  fave, 
I  fhall  his  falvation  fee, 

I  in  faith  on  Jems  call, 
I  from  fin  fnall  be  fet  free, 

Perfectly  fet  free  from  all. 

4  Lord,  my  time  is  in  thine  hand, 

Weak  and  helplefs  as  I  am, 
Surely  thou  canft  make  me  ftand ; 

I  believe  in  Jefu's  name : 
Saviour  in  temptation  thou, 

Thou  haft  fav'd  me  heretofore, 
Thou  from  fin  doft  fave  me  now  ; 

Thou  fhalt  fave  me  evermore. 

HYMN    XXXVIL 

i  T  I7HY  mould  the  children  ^of  a  king 
V  V       Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  defcend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 

2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
W7hen  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints, 
And  fhew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  AiTure  my  confcience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  hearty 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

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>|#  PENITENTIAL* 

4  Thou  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
1  he  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
May  thy  bteft  wings,  celeitial  Dove, 
Saiely  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    XXXVIII. 

r    TV  /TY  drowfy  pow'rs,  whv  ficep  ye  (o  ? 
JLvA     Awake,  my  fluggifh  foul  ! 
Nothing  hath  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 
Yet  nothing's  hail  10  dull. 

2  Go  to  the  ants ;  for  one  poor  grain, 

See  how  they  toil  and  ltrivc : 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  (lands, 

And  ftars  thsir  courfes  move  ; 
We  for  whofe  guards  the  angel  hands, 
Come  Hying  from  above. 

4  We  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labour'd  for  our  good, 

How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 

He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

5  Lord,  (hall  we  live  fo  fluggifh  ftill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  Holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'uly  hill, 
And  warm  our  frozen  hearts. 

6  Give  us  with  active  warmth  to  move, 

With  vig'rous  fouls  to  rife, 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 


flTITION. 

PETITION. 
HYMN    XXXIX, 

I    T  T  AFPY  foul,  that  free  from  harms, 

JtJL  Reds  within  his  Shepherd's  arms! 

Who  his  quiet  mall  mclert  ? 

Who  mall  violate  his  reft  ? 

Jefus  doth  his  fpirit  bear, 

Jefus  takes  his  ev'ry  care ; 

Ke  who  found  the  wand'ring  fheep, 

Jems  ftill  delights  to  keep* 
a  O  that  I  might  fo  believe, 

Stedfaftly  to  Jefus  cleave  ; 

On  his  holy  love  rely, 

Smile  at  the  deftroyer  nigh ; 

Free  from  fin  and  fervile  fear, 

I  lave  my  Jefus  ever  near ; 

All  his  care  rejoice  to  prove, 

All  his  paradife  of  love. 

3  Jefus,  feek  thy  wand'ring  fheep, 
Bring  me  back,  and  lead,  and  keep  ; 
Take  on  thee  my  ev'ry  care  j 
Bear  me  on  thy  bofom  bear. 

Let  me  know  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
More  and  more  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
More  and  more  of  thee  receive, 
Ever  in  thy  fpirit  live  : 

4  Live,  till  ail  thy  life  I  know, 
Perfect  through  my  Lord  below  ; 
Gladly  then  from  earth  remove, 


44. 


PETITION. 


O  that  I  at  laft  may  ft  and 
With  the  fheep  at  thy  right-hand  ; 
Take  the  crown  fo  freely  giv'n ; 
Enter  in  by  thee  to  heav'n. 

H  Y  M  N     XL. 

i    A  TAKER,  Saviour  of  mankml, 
1VA     Who  haft  on  me  beftow'd 
An  immortal  foul,  defign'd 

To  be  the  Houfe  of  God  : 
Come.  and  now  refide  in  me, 

Never,  never  to  remove  ; 
Make  me  juft,  and  good,  like  thee, 

And  full  of  power  and  love. 

d  me  in  thy  image  rife, 

A  faint,  a  creature  new ; 
True,  and  merciful,  and  wife, 

And  pure,  and  ha;-py  too. 
This  thy  primitive  delign, 

That  I  mould  in  thee  be  bleft  ; 
Should  within  the  arms  divine 

For  ever,  ever  reit. 

3  Let   hy  will  on  me  be  dene  ; 

Fulfil  ray  heart's  define, 
Thee  to  know  and  love  alone, 

And  rife  in  raptures  higher  : 
Thee  defcending  on  a  cloud, 

When  '.vit'n  ravifh'd  eves  I  fee; 
Then  I  malfbe  fill'd  with  Go4 

lo  all  eternity  ! 


PETITION.  q$ 

HYMN    XII. 

GOD  of  my  falvation  hear, 
And  help  me  to  believe  ; 
Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  bleffing  to  receive  : 
Full  of  guilt,  alas !  I  am, 
But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  : 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fried  for  me. 
Standing  now  as  newly  flain, 

To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 
Balm  of  all  my  grief  and  pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh  :  • 
Now  as  yeflerday  the  fame 
Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be  : 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  fried  for  me. 
Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 

Nor  can  thy  grace  procure, 
Empty  fend  me  not  away/ 

For  I,  thou  know'fl  am  poor  : 
Dull  and  afhes  is  my  name, 
My  all  is  fin  and  mifery  : 

Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  ihed  for  me. 
No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought, 

Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace  : 
Pardon  I  accept  unbought, 

Thy  proffer  I  embrace  : 
Coming,  as  at  firft  I  came, 
To  take,  and  not  bellow  on  thee : 
Friend  of  finners,  fpotlefs  Lamb., 
.    Thy  blood  was  med  for  me. 


JL$  petition. 

$       Saviour  from  thy  wounded  fide 
1  never  will  depart, 
Here  will  I  my  fpirit  hide, 
When  I  am  pure  in  heart, 
Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 
This  only  mail  be  all  my  plea, 
Friend  of  firiners,  fpotlefs  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  fhed  for  me. 

HYMN    XLII. 
i    /"^  OME,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  rejoice, 

V^  In  hope  that  I  fhall  hear  thy  voice, 

shall  one  day  fee  my  God, 
Shall  ceafe  from  all  my  fin  and  ftrife, 
Handle  and  tafte  the  word  of  life, 

An.i  feel  the  fprinkled  blood. 

2  I  mail  not  always  make  my  moan, 
Nor  worfhip  thee  a  God  unknown, 

But  I  ihall  live  to  prove 
Thv  people's  reft,  and  faint's  d  light, 
The  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth,  and  height, 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Rejoicing  now  in  earneft  hope, 

I  Hand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below  : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rife, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradife, 

In  endlefs  plenty  grow. 

4  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  fmile, 

With  every  bleiTing  bleft ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteoufnefs, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlafting  reft. 


FEflTIOIT.  4£ 

O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 
No  more  on  this  fide  Jordan  ilcp, 

But  now  the  land  pcffefs, 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrows,  and  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 

An  howling  wildernefs ! 

Now,  O  my  jofhna,  bring  me  in, 
Caft  out  thy  foes,  the  inbred  fin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove, 
The  purchafe  of  thy  death  divide^ 
And  O  with  all  the  fan&ified, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love  1 


HYMN    XLIII. 

i  f~^  OD  cf  all  grace  and  majefly, 
V_X  Supremely  great  and  good, 
If  I  have  mercy  found  with  thee, 

Through  the  atoning  blood ; 
The  guard  of  all  thy  mercies  give, 

And  to  my  pardon  join 
A  fear,  left  I  mould  ever  grieve 

Thy  gracious  Sp'rit  divine, 

2  If  mercy  is  indeed  with  the©, 
May  I  obedient  prove, 
Nor  e'er  abufe  my  liberty, 
Or  fin  againft  thy  love  : 
This  choicer!:  fruit  of  faith  beftoK? 

On  a  poor  fojourner  ; 
And  let  me  pafs  my  days  below 
In  humblenefs  and  fear, 
C  § 


i  8  PETITION, 

3  Still  may  I  walk  as  in  thy  light, 

My  ftria  obferver  fee  ; 
And  thou  by  rev'rent  love  unite 

My  childlike  heart  to  thee  : 
Still  let  me,  till  my  days  are  pail, 

At  Jefu's  feet  abide  ; 
So  mall  he  lift  me  up  at  laft, 

And  ftat  me  by  his  fide. 

H  Y  M  N    XLIV. 

1  T  Want  a  principle  within, 
X  Cf  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  fenfibility  of  fin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodnefs  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleihly  heart, 
The  tender  confcience  give. 

5  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 
G  God,  my  confcience  make ; 
Awake  my  foul,  when  fin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  Hill  awake. 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  ft  ray, 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove ; 
i  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
For  haying  griev'd  thy  love. 

5  O  may  the  lead  omiiiion  pain 

My  well- inftrufted  foul, 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


PETITION,  4<> 

HYMN    XLV. 

1  Ti  1Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
-LVX     To  thee/ to  thee  1  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell. 

3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are, 
'Tis  heav  n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace. 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there. 

4  To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne* 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is. 

5  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heav  nly  place, 
If  God  his  refidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  flcy, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  one  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  the  fea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  center  of  my  fcul. 


5<*  *ETITI«»# 

8  To  thee  my  fpirits  fly, 
With  infinite  deiire  : 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lief 
Dear  Jefus,  raife  me  higher. 

HYMN     XL  VI. 

i    TESUS,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory  ; 
Purify  me,  that  I 
May  with  faints  adore  thee. 
Z  Big  with  earneil  expeclation, 
i:tjll  I  fit  at  thy  feet, 
Longing  for  falvation. 
5  My  poor  heart  vouchfafe  to  dwell  in, 
Make  me  thine,  Love  divine, 
By  thy  Spirit's  fealing. 

4  Thou  hail  laid  the  fure  foundation. 

Of  my  hope,  build  me  up ; 
Finifh  thy  creation. 

5  From  this  inbred  fin  deliver  ; 

Let  the  yoke  now  be  broke, 
Make  me  thine  for  ever. 

6  Partner  of  thy  perfect  nature 

Let  me  be,  now  in  thee, 
A  new  fpotlefs  creature. 

7  Perfect  when  I  walk  before  thee, 

Soon  or  late,  then  tranflate 
To  the  realms  of  glory. 

HYMN    XLVII. 
I   T  Thirft,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
JL  To  wafh  me  in  thy  cleanfing  blcod  : 
To  dwell  within  thy  wounds  :  then  paia 
n  fweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 


PETITION.  $1 

2  Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
For  ever  clos'd  to  all  but  thee  ! 

Seal  thou  my  breaft,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

3  How  bleft  are  they  who  ftill  abide 
Clofe  fhelter'd  in  thy  bleeding  fide  ? 
Who  life  and  ftrength  from  thence  derive, 
And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live ! 

4  What  are  our  works  but  fin  and  death, 
Till  thou  thy  quick'ning  fpirit  breathe ; 
Thou  giv'ft  the  pow'r  thy  grace  to  move, 
O  wond  rous  grace,  O  boundlefs  love ! 

5  How  can  it  be,  thou  heav'nly  King, 
That  thou  fhouldft  us  to  glory  bring  ? 
Make  fiaves  the  partners  of  thy  throne, 
Deck'd  with  a  never-fading  crown  ? 

6  Hence  our  hearts  melt,  our  eyes  oerflow, 
Our  words  are  loft  :  nor  will  we  know, 
Nor  will  we  think  of  aught  befide, 

"  My  Lord,  my  Love  is  crucify'd." 

7  Ah,  Lord !  enlarge  our  fcanty  thought, 
To  know  the  wonders  thou  haft  wrought ! 
Unloofe  our  ftamm'ring  tongue  to  tell 
Thy  love  immenfe,  unfearchable ! 

8  Firft-born  of  many  brethren  thou, 
To  thee,  lo  !  all  our  fouls  we  bow  ; 
To  thee  our  hearts  and  hands  we  give  ; 
Thine  may  we  die,  thine  may  we  live. 


-2  PETITION. 

H  Y  M  N    XLVIII. 

£        Q  WIOUR,  the  world's  and  mine, 

0  Was  ever  grief  like  thine! 
Thou  my  pain,  my  curfe  haft  took, 

All  my  fins  were  laid  on  thee  : 
Help  me  Lord,  to  thee  I  look ; 
Draw  me,  Saviour,  after  thee. 

2  To  love  is  all  my  wilh, 

1  only  live  for  this : 

Grant  me,  Lord,  my  heart's  defire, 
There  by  faith  for  ever  dwell : 

This  I  always  will  require, 
Thee,  and  only  thee  to  feel. 

3  Thy  pow'r  I  pant  to  prove, 
P.ooted  and  fix'd  in  lo\  e ; 

Strengthflh'd  by  thy  Spirit's  might, 
Wife  to  fathom  things  divine, 

Wha|  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 
What  the  depth  of  love  like  thine. 

4  Ah  !  give  me  this  to  know, 
With  all  thy  faints  below  ; 

Swells  my  foul  to  compafs  thee  ; 

Gafps  hi  thee  to  live  and  move ; 
gill'd  with  all  the  Deity, 

All  immers'd  and  loft  in  love  ! 

HYMN    XLIX. 

i     TESL'S,  thou  all-redeeming  Lord, 
J      Thy  bleffing  we  implore, 
Open  the  door  to  preach  thy  word, 
"The  great,  effectual  door. 


S3 


2  Gather  the  outcafts  in,  and  fave 

Frcm  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r  ! 
And  let  them  now  acceptance  have, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

3  Lover  of  fouls,  thou  know'ft  to  prize 

What  thou  haft  bought  fo  dear  ; 
Come  then,  and  in  thy  people's  eye* 
With  all  thy  wounds  appear ! 

4  Appear,  as  when  of  old  confer! 

The  fuff'ring  Son  of  God  ; 
And  let  them  fee  thee  in  thy  veil 
But  newly  dipt  in  blood. 

5  The  ftony  from  their  hearts  remove, 

Thou,  who  for  all  hail  dy'd ; 
Shew  them  the  tokens  of  thy  love, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  thy  fide  ! 

6  Thy  feet  were  nail'd  to  yonder  tree, 

To  trample  down  their  fin  j- 
Thy  hands  they  all  ft retch 'd  out  may  fee5 
To  take  thy  murd'rers  in. 

7  Thy  fide  an  open  fountain  is, 

Where  all  may  freely  go, 
And  drink  the  Hying  ftreams  of  blifs, 
And  wafh  them  white  as  fnow. 

%  Ready  thou  art  the  blood  t'  apply, 
And  prove  the  record  true  ; 
And  all  thy  wounds  to  finners  cry., 
yb*V> 


$i  FBTiTiorr. 

H  Y  M  N    L, 

1  /r~\  God!  our  help  in  ages  pad, 

V^     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  fhelter  from  the  ftormy  blaft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Unrier  the  fhadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  fecure; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafHng  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame. 

4  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  cv'nlng  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  die  riling  fun. 

5  The  bu  fy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carry 'd  downward  by  the  flood. 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

6  Time,  like  an  ever-rclling  ftream, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten  as  a  dreim 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

*]  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  pall, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  : 
Be  thou  our  guard  wkile  life  fhall  lift, 
And  our  perpetual  home. 


PETITION.  55 

HYMN    IX 
i       jT^OME,  let  us  anew, 
V^   Our  journey  purfue, 
R.0II  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  ftand  frill  till  the  Mafter  appear ! 
His  adorable  will, 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labour  of  love. 

2  Cur  life  is  a  dream, 
Cur  time  as  a  ftream, 

Glides  fwiftly  away, 
And  the  fugitive  moment  refufes  to  flay  : 
The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone  ; 
The  millennial  year 
Fvufhes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  belt. 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming  may  fay 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  .through, 

I  have  finifli'd  the  work  thou  di'dft  give  me  to  do." 

O  that  each  from  his  Lord, 

May  receive  the  glad  word, 

•;  "  Well  and  faithfully  dene  ! 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  fit  down  on  my  throne,'* 

HYMN    LII. 
i    T    EADER  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide 
i  J     Of  all  that  travel  to  the  iky, 
Come  and  with  us,  ev'n  us  abide, 

Who  would  on  thee  alone  rely  j 
On  thee  alone  our  fpirit  flay, 
Wliile  held  in  life's  uneven  way. 


?5  PETITION. 

2  Strangers  and  pilgrims  here  below, 

This  earth  we  know  is  not  our  place. 
And  haften  through  the  vale  of  woe,  * 

And  rcftlefs  to  behold  thy  face  : 
Swift  to  our  heav'nly  country  move, 
Our  everlafting  home  above. 

3  We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  feek  a  city  out  of  light, 
Thither  our  Heady  courfe  we  ileer, 

Afpiring  to  the  plains  of  light; 
Jcrufalem,  the  faints'  abode, 
VVhofe  founder  is  the  living  God. 

^  Patient  th'  appointed  race  to  run, 

This  weary  world  we  caft  behind, 

From  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  travel  on, 
The  New  jerufalem  to  find ; 

Car  labour  this,  cur  only  aim, 

To  find  the  New  Jerufalem. 

5  Thro'  thee,  who  all  our  fins  haft  borne, 

Freely  and  gracioufly  forgiv'n, 
With  fongs  to  Zion  we  return, 

Contending  for  cur  native  heav'n  ; 
That  palace  cf  our  glorious  King, 
We  find  it  near::  while  we  ung. 

6  Raii 'd  by  the  breath  of  love  divine, 

urge  oer  way  with  ftrength  renew  M, 
1  he  church  of  the  frft-born  to  join, 
We  travel  to  the  mount  of  Gcd  ; 
ith -joy  upon  cur  heads  arife, 
i  meet  our  Captain  in  the  Ikies, 


PETITION,  '£7 

H  Y  M  N    LIII. 

SON  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 
Again  hath  raised  me  up, 
Call'd  me  ftill  to  feek  thy  face, 

And  giv'n  me  back  my  hope  : 
Still  thy  timely  help  afford, 

And  all  thy  loving  kindnefs  fhow  : 
Keep  rae,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
By  me,  O  my  Saviour,  ftand 

In  fore  temptation's  hour  ! 
Save  me  with  thine  out-ftretch'd  hand, 

And  mew  forth  all  thy  pow  r  : 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Thy  all-fufncient  grace  beftow  : 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
Give  me,  Lord,  a  holy  fear, 

And  fix  it  in  my  heart. 
That  I  may  from  evil  near 

With  fpeedy  care  depart. 
Sin  be  more  than  hell  abhorr'd  : 

Till  thou  deftroy  the  tyrant  foe, 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord, 

And  never  let  me  go. 
Never  let  me  leave  thy  bread, 

From  thee,  my  Saviour,  ftray; 
Thou  art  my  fupport  and  reft, 

My  true  and  living  way  ; 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

In  heav'n  above,  and  earth  below  ; 
Keep  me,  keep  me,  gracious  Lord# 

And  never  let  rnq  go. 


*t  PETITION. 

HYMN    LIV. 

i    T    ORDJj  and  is  thine  an;^er  gone  ? 
i_i     And  art  thou  pacify  'd  ? 
After  all  that  I  have  done, 

Doll  thou  no  longer  chide  ? 
Infinite  thy  mercies  are ; 

Beneath  the  weight  I  cannot  move, 
O  'tis  more  than  I  can  hear, 

The  fenfe  of  pard'n:  ng  love  ! 

2  Let  it  dill  my  heart  conllrain, 

And  all  mv  paffions  fway ; 
Ke  -p  me,  left  I  turn  again 

Oat  of  the  narrow  way : 
Force  my  vi'lence  to  be  ftill, 

And  captivate  my  ev'ry  thought ; 
Charm  and  melt,  and  change  my  will, 

And  bring  me  down  to  nought. 

3  If  I  have  begun  once  more 

Thy  fweet  return  to  feel  ; 
If  even  now  I  find  thy  pow'r 

Prefent  my  foul  to  heal : 
Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie, 

Nor  ftruggle  out  of  thine  embrace  ; 
Never  more  refill  or  fly 

From  thy  purfuing  grace. 

4  To  the  crofs,  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love  ; 
Freedom  let  me  n?  er  find 

From  my  dear  Lord  to  move : 
That  I  n^ver,  never  mo -e 

May  with  my  much-Iov'd  Maftsr  part; 
To  the  polls  of  mercy's  door 

O  nail  my  willing  heart. 


^ 


PETITION".  $<$ 

5  See  my  utter  helpleffnefs, 

And  leave  me  not  alone ; 
O  preferve  in  perfect  peace, 

And  feal  me  for  thine  own  I 
More  and  more  thyfelf  reveal, 

Thy  prefence  let  me  always  find  ; 
Comfort,  and  confirm,  and  heal, 

My  feeble,  fm-fick  mind. 

j6  As  the  apple  of  an  eye 

Thy  weakeft  fervant  keep  ; 
Help  me  at  thy  feet  to  lie, 

And  there  for  ever  weep  : 
Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  o'erflow, 

That  I've  an  hope  of  heav'n  ; 
Much  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 

For  I  have  much  fbrgiv'n. 

HYMN     LV. 

i   rTPHEE  will  I  love,  my  ftrength,  my  tow'r, 
JL     Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown, 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  pow'r, 
In  all  my  works,  and  thee  alone. 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  lire 
Fill  my  whole  foul  with  chafte  defire. 

2  Ah  !  why  did  I  fo  late  thee  know, 

Thee,  lovelier  than  the  fons  of  men  ? 
Ah  !  why  did  I  no  fooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  eafe  in  pain  ? 
Afham'd  I  figh  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  fo  late  to  thee  did  turn. 

3  Tii  darknefs  willingly  I  ftrav'd  ; 

I  (bughi  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  rov'd  i 


Crj  PLTITION. 

Far  wide  my  wand'ring  thoughts  were  fprcad, 

Thy  creatures  mere  than  thee  1  lov'd  ; 
And  now  if  more  at  length  I  ice, 
3 Th  thro'  thy  light  an.i  comes  from  thee. 
a.  I  than!:  thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  fhir/d  ; 
I  thank  thee,  who  haft  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  heal'd  my  wounded  mind  : 
I  thank  thee,  whofe  enliv'ning  voice, 
Lids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rej   . 
h  rid  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 
fuffer  me  again  to  lira* : 
Strengthen  my  feet  with  itea.iy  pace, 

et-11  to  prefs  forward  in  thy  v 
My  foul  an.i  flefh,  O  Lord  of  might  ! 
I  ill,  fatiate  with  i  i  Ly  light ! 

H  Y  M  N    LVI. 

i   INFINITE,  unexhanfted  Love' 
JL     Jefus  and  love  are  on?  ; 
If  (till  to  me  thy  bowels  move, 
1  hey  are  reftrain'd  to  none. 
2  What  (hall  I  do  my  God  to  love  ! 
My  loving  God  to  praife  ? 
1  he  length,  and  breadth,  an  1  height  $o  prove, 
And  depth  of  fovjreign  grace  r 
5  Thy  fov 'reign  grace  to  all  extendi, 
Iinmenfe  and  unconSn'd ; 
From  age  to  age  it  never  end?, 
It  reaches  all  mankind. 
4  Throughout  the  world  its  breadth  is  known, 
Wide  as  infinity! 


PETITION.  6l 

So  wide,  it  never  pafs'd  by  one, 
Or  it  had  pafs'd  by  me. 

5  My  trefpafs  was  grown  up  to  heav'n; 

Ba-t  far  above  the  Ikies, 
In  Chriit  abundantly  forgiv'n, 
I  fee  thy  mercies  rife ! 

6  The  depth  of  all-redeeming  love 

What  angel-tongue  can  tell  ? 
.O  may  I  to  the  uumoft  prove 
The  gift  unfpeakable  ? 

7  Come  quickly,  gracious  Lord,  and  take 

Pcffeiiion  of  thine  own  ! 
My  longing  heart  vouchfafe  to  make 
Thine  everlaiting  throne  ! 
S   Aflert  thy  claim,  maintain  thy  right,. 
Come  qu'ckly  from  above; 
And  fink  me  to  perfection's  height, 
The  depth  of  humble  love. 

HYMN    LVII.  r 
i      \   LL  glory  to  God  in  the  iky, 

JT\.     And  peace  upon  earth  be  reftor'd  £ 
O  Jefus,  exalted  on  high, 

Appear  our  omnipotent  Lord  ! 
Who"  meanly  in  Bethlehem  born, 
Did  ftoop  to  redeem  a  loft  race, 
Once  more  to  thy  creatures  return, 
And  reign  in  thy  kingdom  of  grace* 
2  When  thou  in  our  flefh  didfr  appear, 
All  nature  acknowledg'd  thy  birth  ; 
Arofe  the  acceptable  year, 

And  heaven  was  ooen'd  on  eart&? 
D 


n  fETlTlOIT. 

Receiving  its  Lord  frcm  above, 
The  world  wa3  united  to  bkia 

The  Giver  of  concord  and  love, 

The  Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace. 

3  O  wouldft  thou  again  be  made  known. 

Again  in  the  Spirit  defcend, 
And  fet  up  in  each  of  thine  own 

A  kingdom  that  never  fhall  end. 
Thou  only  art  able  to  blefs, 

And  make  the  glad  nations  obey, 
And  bid  the  dire  enmity  ceafe, 

And  bow  the  whole  world  to  thy  (way. 

4  Come  then  to  thy  fen  ants  again, 

Who  long  thy  appearing  to  know, 
Thy  quiet  and  peaceable  reign 

In  mercy  eitabliih  below  ; 
All  forrow  before  thee  fhall  fly, 

And  anger  and  hatred  be  o'er, 
And  envy  and  malice  fhall  die, 

And  difcord  afHift  us  no  more. 

5  No  horrid  alarum  of  war 

Shall  break  our  eternal  repofe; 
No  found  of  the  trumpet  is  there, 

Where  Jefus's  Spirit  o'erflows : 
Appeas'd  by  the  charms  of  thy  grace, 

VVe  all  fnall  in  amity  join, 
And  kindly  each  other  embrace, 

And  love  with  a  paffion  like  thine. 

HYMN    LVIII. 
,   ^VOME,  Fsthef,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
%_y     One  God  in  perfens  three! 
Liin<o;  back  the  heav  niy  blefTng  loft 

L-,  all  mankind  and  me. 


PETITIOJf,  6j 

2  Thy  favour,  and  thy  nature  too, 

To  me,  to  all  reft  ore  ; 
Forgive,  and  after  God  renew, 
And  keep  us  evermore. 

3  Eternal  Sun  of  Righteoufnefe, 

Difplay  thy  beams  divine, 
And  caufe  the  glories  of  thy  face 
Upon  my  heart  to  mine. 

4  Light  in  thy  light  O  may  I  fee, 

Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove  ! 
Revived,  and  cheer 'd,  asd  bleft  by  tksc, 
The  God  of  pard 'ning  love  ! 

5  Lift  up  thy  countenance  ferene, 

And  let  thy  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconcile! ! 

6  That  all-comprifing  peace  beftow 

Gn  me,  through  grace  forgiv'n ; 
The  joys  of  holinefs  below, 

And  then  the  joys  of  hgav'ri !    - 

H  ¥  M  N    LIX. 

i    f~\  Almighty  God  of  love, 
\^/      Thy  holy  arm  difplay  ! 
Send  me  fuccour  from  above, 

In  this  my  evil  dav : 
Arm  my  weaknefs  with  thy  pow'r, 

Woman's  fsed  appear  Within  ! 
Be  my  fafeguard  and  my  tow?r 
Againft  the  face  of  fm. 
%  Rock  of  my  faivation  hafte*, 
Extend  thy  ample  fnaies 


6±  PT.TITTOtf. 

Let  it  over  me  be  call, 

And  fcreen  my  nakrd  head  : 
Save  me  from  the  trying  hour; 

Thou  my  fure  protection  he; 
Shelter  me  from  Satan's  pow'r, 

Till  I  am  ttx'd  on  thee. 
3   Set  upon  thyfelf  my  feet, 

And  make  me  furelv  ftand  : 
From  temptation's  rage  and  heat, 

Cover  me  with  thine  hand  : 
Let  me  in  the  cleft  be  plac'd ; 

Never  from  thy  fence  remove ; 
In  thine  arms  of  love  embrae'd, 

Of  everlafting  love. 


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H  Y  M  N    LX. 

OME,  Saviour,  Jefu,  from  above  ! 


Affift  me  with  thy  heav'nly  grace  ! 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 
And  for  thyfelf  prepare  the  place. 

2  O  \^A  thy  facred  prcfence  fill, 

And  fet  mv  longing  fpirit  free ! 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 
But  night  and  day  to  feait  on  thee. 

3  While  in  this  region  here  below, 

No  other  good  will  I  purfue  ; 
I'll  bid  tins  world  of  noife  and  (how, 
With  all  its  glitt'ring  fnares,  adieu. 
a   Thai  path  with  humble  fpeed  J "II  feek, 
In  which  my  Saviour's  footfteps  fnine  ; 
Nor  wiJi  [  hear,  nor  will  I  fpeak 
Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 


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5  Henceforth  may  no  profane  delight 
Divide  this  confecrated  foul ; 
Foflefs  it  thou,  who  halt  the  right, 
As  Lord  and  Mailer  of  the  whole. 
()  Nothing  on  earth  do  I  defire, 

But  thy  pure  love  within  my  breaft; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 
And  freely  give  up  ail  the  re&. 

HYMN    LXI. 

i   '""I^HE  praying  fpirit  breathe, 
JL       The  watching  pow'r  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 

Call  oif  my  peaceful  heart ; 
My  feeble  mind  fuftain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  opprefs'd  ; 
Appear  and  bid  me  turn  again 

To  my  eternal  reft. 
2  Swift  to  my  refcue  come, 

Thy  own  this  moment  feize  ;    . 
Gather  my  wand'ring  fpirit  home, 

And  keep  in  perfect  peace  : 
Sufter'd  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrelt  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 

And  fliut  me  up  in  God. 

HYMN    LXII. 

I    Q  HEPHERD  divine,  our  wants  relieve 
O     In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  foll'wers  give 
The  pow'r  to  watch  and  pray. 


66  PETITION, 

2  Long  as  our  fi 'ry  trials  laft, 

Long  as  the  crofs  we  bear, 
O  let  our  fouls  on  thee  be  calt, 
In  never-ceafing  pray'r! 

3  The  Spirit  of  interceding  grace 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wreftle  til!  we  fee  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart, 

Till  thou  thy  fell  bellow, 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev  ry  heart, 
1  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  I  will  not  let  thee  go  unlefs 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me  ; 
With  all  thy  great  fahation  blefs, 
And  make  me  all  like  thee. 

6  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain-top, 

Behold  thy  open  face ; 
Where  faith  in  fight  is  fwallow'd  up, 
And  pray'r  in  endlefs  praife. 

HYMN    LXIII. 

1  TESTJ,  my  ftrength,  my  hope, 

On  thee  I  call  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'ft  my  pray'r. 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do, 
On  thee  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  fober  mind, 

A  felf- renouncing  will, 


PETITION,  67 

That  tramples  down  and  cafts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleafmg  ill  : 
A  foul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  hardfhip,  grief,  and  Iofs ; 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  fuftain 
The  confecrated  crofs. 
I  want  a  godly  fear, 
A  quick  difcerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  fin  is  near. 
And  fees  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  fpirit  ftill  prepar'd, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care,, 
For  ever  ftanding  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  pray'r. 
I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  ceafe, 
Never  to  murmur  at  thy  flay, 
Or  with  my  fufFrings  lefs. 
This  bleffing  above  all, 
Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 
And  never,  never  faint. 
I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  fingle,  ileady  aim, 
Unmoy'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward, 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name  : 
A  jealous,  juit  concern 
For  thine  immortal  praife  ; 
A  pure  defire  that  all  may  learn 
And  glorify  thy  grace. 
I  reft  upon  thy  word  ; 
The  promife  is  for  rne? 


)  TETITION. 

My  fuccour  and  falvation,  Lord, 
Shall  furely  come  from  thee  : 
But  let  me  ftill  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 

Till  thou  my  patient  fpirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN    LXIV. 

T  T  ELP,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly, 
JL  A   And  ftill  my  tempted  foul  itand  by, 

Throughout  the  evil  day  ; 
The  facred  watchfulnefs  impart, 
And  keep  the  iftues  of  my  heart, 

And  ftir  me  up  to  pray. 

My  foul  with  thy  whole  armour  arm, 
In  each  approach  of  fin  alarm, 

And  (hew  the  danger  near ; 
Surround,  fuftain,  and  (Irengthen  me, 
And  fill  with  godly  jealoufy, 

And  fanctifying  fear. 

Whene'er  my  carelefs  hands  hang  down, 
O  let  me  fee  thy  gath'ring  frown, 

And  feel  thy  warning  eye  : 
And  darting  cry,  from  ruin's  brink, 
Save,  Jcfus,  or  I  yield,  I  fmk  ! 

O  fare  me,  or  I  die ! 

If  near  the  pit  I  raflily  ftray, 
.Before  I  wholly  fall  away, 

The  keen  conviction  dart ; 
Recall  me  by  that  pitying  look, 
That  kind,  upbraiding  glance  which  broke 

Unfaithful  Peter's  heart, 


PETITION.  69 

In  me  thine  iitmoft  mercy  fhow, 
And  make  me  like  thyfelf  below,, 

Unblameabie  in  grace  ; 
Ready  prepar'd  and  fitted  here, 
By  perfect  holiriefs  t'  appear 

Before  thy  glorious  face. 

H  Y  M  N    LXV. 

1     TESU,  mv  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
^J       On  whom  I  call  my  ev'ry  care, 
On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend, 
Infpire,  and  then  accept  my  pray'r. 
I  If  I  have  tailed  of  thy  grace, 

The  grace  that  fure  fahation  brings; 
If  with  me  now  thy  Spirit  flays, 

And  hov'ring  hides  me  in  his  wings, 

3  Still  let  &im  with  my  weaknefs  ftay, 

Nor  for  a  moment's  fpace  depart ; 
Evil  and  danger  turn  away, 

And  keep,  till  he  renews  my  heart. 

4  Wheal  to  the  right  or  left  I  fir  ay, 

His  voice  behind  me  may  1  hear, 
"  Return,  and  walk  in  Chriil  thy  way, 
"  Fly  back  to  Chrift,  for  fin  is  near/'' 

5  Kis  facred  unction  from  above 

Pe  {till  my  comforter  and  guide  ; 
Till  ail  the  ftony  he  remove. 
And  in  my  loving  heart  relide. 

6  Jefus  I  fain  would  walk  in  thee, 

From  nature's  ev'ry  path  retreat; 
Thou  art  my  way,   my  leader  be, 
And  ict  upon  the  rock  my  fee$f 


"JO  PP.TITIOX. 

7  Uphold  me,  Saviour,  or  I  fall  ; 

O  reach  me  out  thy  gracious  hand! 
Only  on  thee  for  help  I  call  ; 
Only  by  faith  in  thee  1  (land. 

HYMN    LXVI. 

i  A     Charge  to  keep  T  have; 

IX.      A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  foul  to  lave, 

And  fit  it  for  the  iky  : 
To  ferve  the  prefent  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil  ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 

To  do  my  Mailer's  will ! 

2       Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  fight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  fervant,   Lord,  prepare 
A  Uriel  account  to  give. 
Help  me  to  watch  an\  pray, 
And  on  thyfelf  rely  ; 
Aflur'd,  if  I  my  trui'r  betray, 
I  mall  fcr  ever  die. 

HYMN    LXVH! 

i    T)  E  it  my  only  wifdom  here, 
J3  To  ferve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude; 
Superior  fenfe  may  I  oifplay, 
£y  ftmnning  ev'ry  evil  way, 
And  walking  in  the  good. 


PETITION.  71 

0  may  I  (till  from  fin  depart ; 
A  wife  and  understanding  heart, 

Jefus,  to  me  be  giv'n! 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know, 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    LXVIII. 

GOD  of  almighty  love, 
By  whofe  fufHcient  grace 

1  lift  my  heart  to  things  above, 

And  humbly  feek  thy  face  ; 
Through  Jefus  Chrift  the  jutt, 
My  fain:  defires  receive, 
And  let  me  in  thy  gocdnefs  trait, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Whate'er  T  fay  or  do, 
Thy  glory  be  my  aim  ; 
My  off  rings  all  be  ofFer'd  through 
The  ever-blfflcd  name. 
Jefu,  my  iingle  eye 
Be  fix'd  on  thee  alone  ; 
Thy  name  be  prais'd  on  earth,  on  high  ; 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

Spirit  of  faith,  infpire 
My  confecrated  heart ; 
Fill  me  with  pure,  celeriial  fire, 
With  all  thou  hail  and  art ; 
My  feeble  mind  transform, 
And,  perfectly  renew'd, 
Into  a  faint  exalt  a  worm  ; 
A  vvcrm  exalt  to  Gedt 


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H  Y  M  N    LX1X. 

i        r  I  'HE  thing  mv  God  doth  hate,. 
JL       That  1  no  more  may  do, 
Thy  creature,  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  foul  renew  ; 
My  ibul  mall  then,  like  thine, 
Abhor  the  thing  unclean, 
And  fanclify'd  by  love  divine, 
lor  ever  ceafe  from  fin. 

2  That  blelTed  law  of  thine, 

Jefu,  to  me  impart  ; 
Thy  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine, 

O  write  it  in  mv  heart ! 
Implant  it  deep  within, 

whence  it  may  ne'er  remove,, 
The  tow  of  liberty  from  fin, 

The  perfect  law  of  love. 

3  Thy  nature  be  my  law, 

Thy  fpotleft  fanctitv, 
And  fweet'y  ev'ry  moment  draw 

My  happy  foul  to  thee  ; 
Soul  of  mv*  (out remain, 

Who  didit  for  all  fulfil, 
In  me,  O  Lord,  fulfil  again 

Thy  heav'nly  Father's  wilk 

HYMN    LXX. 

i    f^\  For  a  heart  to  praife  my  G'.x],. 
V>^      A  heart  from  fin  fet  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
^o  freely  ('/It  far  me  i 


PETITION.  75 

2  A  heart  rengn'd,  fubmiffive,  meek, 
My  great  Kedeemer's  throne; 
Where  only  Chriit  is  heard  to  fpeak, 

Where  jefus  reign-  a;  one. 


O  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  ciean, 

Which  neither  life  nor,  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 


4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew  !d, 

And  full  of  I  we  divine  ; 
Perfect:,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  fender  heart  is  (till  the  fame, 

And  melts  at  human  woe ; 
Jefu,  for  thee  diitreit  I  am-; 
I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

6  My  heart,  thou  know 'it,  can  never  reft. 

Till  thou  create  my  peace, 
Till  of  my  Eden  repoifcfs'd, 
From  ev'ry  fin  I  ceafe. 

7  Fruit  of  tnv  gracious  lips,  on  me 

Beicow  that  peace  unknown, 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 

Of  life,  and  the  white  itone. 

$  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
W7rite  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  belt  name  of  love,- 


*£  PETITION, 

HYMN    LXXI. 

i  rTHHOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whete  heigntj 

X    VVhofe  depth  unfathom'd,  no  man  know  s; 

I  fee  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 

I  only  figh  for  thy  repofe  : 
My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  reft,  till  it  fi nds  reit  in  thee. 
2  Thy  fecret  voice  invites  me  ftill 

ri  he  fweetnefs  of  thy  yoke  to  prove  ; 
And  fain  I  would,  but  though  my  will 

Seems  fix'd,  yet  wide  my  paffions  rove  : 
Yet  hindrances  ftrew  all  the  way  ; 
I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  ftray. 
2  'Tis  mercy  all,  that  thou  halt  brought 
My  mind  to  feek  her  peace  in  thee  ! 
Yet  while  I  feek,  but  find  thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wand'ring  foul  lhall  fee  : 
O  when  lhall  all  my  wanderings  end, 
And  all  my  fteps  to  thee- ward  tend  ? 

4  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  fun, 

1  hat  ftrives  with  thee  my  heart  to  fhare  ? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

1  he.  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there  ! 
Then  mall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free, 
When  it  hath  found  repofe  in  thee. 
j;  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  thy  call  ; 
Speak  to  my  inmoft  foul,  and  fay 

"  I  am  thy  love,  thy  God,  thy  All  !*" 
To  feel  thy  pow'r,  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  taite  thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 


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HYMN    LXXII. 

YE  happy  finners  hear 
The  prisoners  of  the  Lord, 
And  wait,  till  Chrift  appear 
According  to  his  word ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  roe, 
"We  fhali  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
The  Lord  our  righteoufnefs, 

We  have  long  iince  receiv  'd  ; 
Salvation  nearer  is 

Than  when  we  firil  bejiev'd  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  mall  from  all  our  fins  he  free. 
3       In  God  we  put  our  truft ; 
If  we  our  fins  confefs, 
Faithful  he  is  and  juft, 
From  all  unrighteoufnefs 
To  cleanfe  us  all,  both  you  and  me  5 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free.   - 
f.       Surely  in  us  the  hope 

Of  glory  (hall  appear  ; 
Sinners,  your  heads  lift  up, 
And  Ice  redemption  near  ; 
Again  I  fay  rejoice  with  me, 
We  fhall  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 
j       Who  Jefu's  fuff'rings  (hare, 
My  fellow-pris'ners  now, 
Ye  foon  the  wreath  fhaii  wear 
On  your  triumphant  brow  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  me, 
We  mail  from  all  our  fins  be  free^- 
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7  5  *ET!TI0X. 

6  The  word  of  God  is  Aire, 

And  never  can  remove, 
We  (hall  in  heart  be  pu  e, 

And  perfected  in  love  ; 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  mer 
We  (trail  from  all  our  fins  be  free. 

7  Then  let  us  gladly  bring 

Our  facrihce  of  praife, 
Let  us  give  thanks*  and  fing 

And  glory  in  his  grace  : 
Rejoice  in  hope,  rejoice  with  mer 
We  lliall  from  all  our  lias  be  free. 


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HYMN    LXXIII. 

OR  ever  here  my  reft  (hall  be, 
Clofe  to  thy  bleeding  fide; 
rhis  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  dy'd  ! 


2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God* 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  fin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  clean  fe,  and  keep  me  clean. 

5  Wafti  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own; 
Waih  me,  aoi  mine  th  ui  art ; 
Warn  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 
Tiil  faith  to  fight  improve  j 
Till  hope  in  fill  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  foul  be  love. 


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H  Y  M  N    LXXIV. 

J'ESU,  my  life,  thy  felt  apply, 
Thy  holy  Spirit  breathe  : 
y  vile  affections  crucify, 
Conform  me  to  thy  death. 
Conqu'ror  of  hell,  and  earth,  and  £n, 

Still  with  thy  rebel  ftrive; 
Enter  my  foul,  and  work  within, 

And  kill,  and  make  alive  ! 
More  of  thy  life,  and  more  I  have, 

As  the  old  Adam  dies  : 
Bury  me,  Saviour,  in  thy  grave, 
That  I  with  thee  may  rife. 
j.  Reign  in  me,  Lord,  thy  foes  ccntrcul, 
Who  would  not  own  thy  fway ; 
DifFufe  thine  image  through  my  foul, 
Shine  to  the  perfect  day. 
£  Scatter  the  lail  remains  of  fin, 
And  feal  me  thine  abode  ; 
O  make  me  glorious  all  within, 
A  temple  built  by  Gcd. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXV. 

1  T  TGLY  Iamb,  who  thee  receive, 
X  X  Who  in  thee  begin  to  live, 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 

As  thou  art,  fo  let  us  be! 

2  jefu,  feejny  panting  brcalt  : 
See,  I  pane  in  thee  to  reft  ! 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  : 
Ckanfe  me  now  from  ev'rv  fin. 

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♦fS  PETITION. 

3  Fix,  O  fix  my  wav'ring  mind; 
To  thy  crofs  my  fpirit  bind  ; 
Earthly  paflions  far  remove  ; 
Swall  >w  up  our  fouls  in  love. 

4  Duft  and  a!hes  though  we  be, 
Hull  of  guilt  and  miferv, 
Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Take  the  purchafe  of  thy  blood  t 

5  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  th'  atonement  now  receives; 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

6  See,  ye  finners,  fee  the  flame 
Riilng  from  the  flaughter'd  Lamb, 
Mark  the  new,  the  living  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day ! 

7  Jcfu,  when  this  light  we  fee, 
All  our  foul's  athirft  for  thee  ; 
When  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  we  prove, 
All  our  heart  diifolves  in  love. 

t>  Boundlefs  wifdom,  pow'r  divine. 
Love  unfpeakable  are  thine  ! 
Praife  by  all  to  thee  be  gi\  'n, 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hofls  of  heav'n. 

HYMN    LXXVL 

I         TESU,  thou  art  our  king, 
J    To  me  thy  fuccour  bring  ; 
Chrift,  the  mighty  one  art  thou, 
Help,  for  all  on  thee  is  laid  ; 
This  the  we'd,  I  claim  it  now, 
Said  me  now  the  promis'd  aid. 


PETITION. 

High  on  thy  Father's  throne, 

0  look  with  pity  down ; 
Help,  O  help !  attend  my  call, 

Captive  lead  captivity  : 
King  of  glory,  Lord  of  all, 

Chrift,  be  Lord,  be  King  to  me. 

1  pant  to  feel  thy  fway, 
And  only  thee  t'  obey  : 

Thee  my  fpirit  gafps  to  meet ; 

This  my  one  my  ceafelefs  pray'r, 
Make,  O  make  my  heart  thy  feat  I 

O  fet  up  thy  kingdom  there  1 

Triumph  and  reign  in  me, 
And  fpread  thy  victory  : 
Hell,  and  death,  and  fin  controul, 

Pride,  and  wrath,  and  ev'ry  Toe, 
All  fubdue  :  through  all  my  hul 
Conquering  and  to  conquer  go  ! 


■L 


HYMN    LXXVII. 
ORD,  I  believe  the  ev'ry  word, 


Thy  ev'ry  promife  true  ; 
And  lo  !  I  wait  on  thee,  my  Lord, 
Till  I  my  ftrength  renew. 

2  If  in  this  feeble  flefti  I  may  _ 

Awhile  mew  forth  thy  praife, 
Jefu,  fupport  the  tott'ring  clay, 
And  lengthen  out  my  days. 

3  If  mch  a  worm  as  I  can  fpread 

Tile  common  Saviour's  name ; 
E  4. 


80  PET1TIOK. 

Let  him  who  raisld  thee  from 
Quicken  my  mortal  frame. 

4  Still  let  me  me  thy  blood  to  (how, 

Which  purges  ev'ry  ftain  ; 
And  glad!}  1  tiger  out  b 
A  fe  •■••  more  years  in  pain. 

5  Spare  me,  till  I  ray  ftrtngth  of  foul, 

Till  j  thy  love  retrieve; 
Till  faith  ihalj  make  my  fpirit  whole, 
An  undnefs  give. 

6  For  this  i  i  ftedfafl  hope  I  wait, 

,  Lord,   my  foul  reitore ; 
Kow  the  now  heav'ns  and  earth  create, 
And  I  (hall  fin  no  more. 

HYMN    LXXVIII. 

1  T  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 

ft   a     Jo;  (  i  heav'n  to  earth  come  down  j 
1  ix  ;rf  us  tin  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown: 
Jefu,  thou  art  ail  c^mpafiion, 

t  urt  un  »ounded  I bve  th:.u  art; 
Vifit  us  with  thy  falvation, 

Euter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Tr:athe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  t^:v^>\:C  breaft; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  fecend  reft ; 
Take  away  our  pow'r  of  (inning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning, 
>ur  hearts  at  liberty. 


PETITION.  Si 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temple  leave ; 
Thee  we  would  be  always  bleiTmg, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hefts  above, 
Pray,  and  praife  thee  without  ceafing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finifh  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  fpotlefs  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  fee  thy  great  falvation 

Perfectly  re  ft  or 'd  in  thee  : 
Chang  q  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  call  our  crowns  before  thee ; 

Loft  in  wonder,  love,  and  praife  ! 

H  Y  M  N    LXXIX. 

1  dT~\  That  my  load  of  fin  were  gone  ; 
\_J     O  that  I  could  at  laft  fubmit 
At  Jefu's  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 

To  lay  my  foal  at  Jefu's  feet ! 

2  Reft  for  my  foul  I  long  to  find  : 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  ftamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off*  the  yoke  of  inbred-fin, 

And  fully  fet  my  fpirit  free  : 
I  cannot  reft,  till  pure  within, 
1  ill  I  am  wholly  loft  in  thee. 
15 


#2  PETITION. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  eafy  burden  prove  ; 
The  crofs  all  itain'd  with  haliow'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would  ;  but  thou  muft  give  the  pow'r, 

My  heart  from  ev'ry  fin  releafe; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour   ' 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  finner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot-wheels  delay  ! 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear ! 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away! 

H  Y  M  N    LXXX. 

i    "!  '    IGHT  of  life,  feraphic  fire, 
ft  J     Love  divine,  thyfelf  impart ! 
Ev'ry  fainting  foul  infpire  ; 

Shine  in  ev'ry  drooping  heart ! 
Ev'ry  mournful  finner  cheer : 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  ! 
Son  of  God  appear,  appear ! 

To  thy  human  temples  come, 

3  Come  in  this  accepted  hour; 

Bring  thv  heav'nly  kingdom  in! 
Fill  us  with  the  glorious  pow'r, 

Rooting  out  the  feeds  of  fin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require; 

We  will  covet  nothing  lefs  : 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  defire, 

All  our  joy,  aaJ  all  our  peacs. 


PETITION,  £3 

HYMN    LXXXI. 

M  /^  OD  of  all  redeeming  grace, 
VJT     By  thy  pard  ning  love  compell'd 
Up  to  thee  our  fouls  we  raife, 

Up  to  thee  our  bodies  yield  : 
Thou  our  facriiice  receive, 

Acceptable  through  thy  Son, 
While  to  thee  alone  we  live, 

While  we  die  to  thee  alone. 
2  Meet  it  is,  and  juft  and  right, 

That  we  fhould  be  wholly  thine  % 
•In  thy  only  will  delight, 

In  thy  biefTed  fervice  join  : 
O  that  ev'ry  work  and  word 

Might  proclaim  how  good  thou  art : 
Holinefs  unto  the  Lord 

Still  be  wrote  upon  our  heart ! 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXII. 

■1    T    ET  him  to  whom  we  now  belong, 
JL^i     His  fov'reign  right  affert ; 
And  take  upev'ry  thankful  fong, 
And  ev'ry  loving  heart. 

2  He  juftly  claims  us  for  his  own, 

Who  bought  us  with  a  price  ! 
The  Chriftian  lives  to  Chrift  alone, 
To  Chrift  alone  he  dies. 

3  Jefus,  thine  own  at  la!t  receive  ! 

Fulfil  our  heart's  defire  ! 
And  let  us  to  thy  glory  live, 
And  in  thy  caufe  ex  aire. 
E  6 


?V.  TETIIION. 

4  Our  fouls  and  bodies  we  refign  : 
With  joy  we  rcn.ler  thee 
Our  All,  no  longer  ours,  but  thine. 

To  all  eternity. 


HYMN    LXXXIII. 

1  T>  EHOLD  the  fervant  of  the  Lord! 
JL3     I  wait  thy  guiding  eye  to  feci, 
To  hear  and  keep  thy  ev'ry  word, 

To  prove  and  do  thy  perfect  will ; 
Joyful  from  rnv  own  works  to  ceafe, 
Giad  to  fulfil  all  righteoufnefs, 

2  Me  if  thy  <zr3.ee  vouchfafe  to  ufe, 

Meaneft  of  all  thy  creatures,  me, 
The  deed,  the  time,  the  manner  chu(e, 

Let  all  my  fruit  be  found  of  thee  : 
Let  all  my  works  in  thee  be  wrought, 
I>y  thee  to  full  perfection  brought. 

3  My  ev'ry  weak,  though  good  defign, 

O'er-rule,  or  change,  as  ie*r.>5  thee  meet; 
Jefu.  let  all  my  work,  be  thine  ! 

Thy  work,  O  Lord,  is  all  complete, 
And  pleafing  in  thy  Father's  light; 
Thou  only  hail  done  ail  things  right. 

4  Kere  then  to  thee  thy  own  I  leave, 

Mould  as  thou  wilt  thy  pailive  clay ; 
But  let  me  all  thy  (lamp  recede, 

But  let  me  all  thy  words  obey  : 
Serve  with  a  fingle  heart  and  eye, 
And  to  thv  glory  live  and  die, 


PETITION.  *j 


HYMN    LXXXIV. 

THER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 
One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celieftial  hoft, 

Let  thy  svili  on  earth  be  done ; 
Praife  by  ail  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heav'n, 

2  If  fo  poor  a  worm  as  I 

May  to  thy  great  glory  live, 
All  my  actions  fandiify.. 

All  my  words  ana  thoughts  receive: 
Claim  me  for  thy  fervice,   claim 
Ail  I  have,  and  ail  I  am. 

3  Take  my  foul  and  body's  pov/'rs ; 

Take  my  mern'rv,  mind,  and  will; 
Air  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know,  and  ail  I  feel  j 
All  I  think,  or  fpeak,  or  do  : 
Take  my  heart ;  but  make  it  new  ! 

4  Now,  O  God,  thy  own  I  am  ! 

Now  i  give  thee  back  thy  own ; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  health,  and  fame, 

Consecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  1  live,  thrice  happy  I; 
Happier  iiili  if  thine  I  die  ! 

5  Father,  Sen,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
As  by  the  celeftial  holt, 

Let  thy  w'll  on  earth  be  done  : 
Praife  by  ail  to  thee  be  giv'n, 
QioriousifiCrd  of  earth  and  heaVijj 


a  PITITION. 

K  Y  M  N     LXXXV. 

JESU,  my  truth,  my  way, 
My  fure,  unerring  light, 
On  thee  my  feeble  fteps  1  itay, 

Which  thou  wilt  guide  aright. 
My  wifdom  and  my  guide, 
My  counfellor  thou  art : 
O  never  let  me  leave  thy  fide, 
Or  from  thy  paths  depart. 
I  lift  my  eyes  to  thee, 

Thou  gracious,  bleeding  Lamb, 
That  I  may  now  enlighten'd  be, 
And  never  put  to  fliame. 
Never  will  I  remove 

Out  of  thy  hands  my  caufc, 
But  reft  in  thy  redeeming  love, 
And  hang  upon  thy  crofs. 
Teach  me  the  happy  art, 
In  all  things  to  depend 
On  thee ;  O  never,  Lord,  depart, 
But  love  me  to  the  end. 

Still  ftir  me  up  to  ftrive 

With  thee  in  ftrcngth  divine  ; 
And  ev'ry  moment,  Lord,  revive 
This  fainting  foul  of  mine. 

Perlift  to  fave  my  foul, 
Throughout  the  fi'ry  hour, 
Till  I  am  ev'ry  whit  made  whole, 
And  (how  forth  all  thy  pow'r. 

Through  fire  and  water  bring 
Into  the  wealthy  place  j 


PETITION.  Of 

And  teach  me  the  new  fong  to  ring, 
When  perfected  in  grace ! 

9  O  make  me  all  like  thee, 

Before  I  hence  remove  : 
Settle,  confirm,  and  flablim  me, 
And  build  me  up  in  love. 

10  Let  me  thy  witnefs  live, 

When  fin  is  all  deftroy'd ; 
And  then  my  fpotlefs  foul  receive, 
And  take  me  home  to  God. 

HYMN    LXXXVI. 

1  T    O  !  in  thy  hand  I  lav, 

JLi     And  wait  thy  will  to  prove, 
My  Potter,  ftarap  on  me  thy  clay, 
Thy  only  ftamp  of  love ! 
Be  this  my  whole  deiire, 
I  know  that  this  is  thine  ; 
Then  kindle  in  my  foul  a  fire, 
Which  mall  for  ever  fhine. 

2  Thy  gracious  readinefs 

To  fave  mankind  affert ; 
Thy  image,  love,  thy  name  imprefs, 

Thy  nature  on  my  heart ! 
Bowels  of  mercy,  hear, 

Into  my  foul  come  down  ; 
Let  it  throughout  my  life  appear, 

That  I  have  Chrift  put  on. 

3  O  plant  in  me  thy  mind  ! 

O  fix  in  me  thy  home  ! 
So  (hall  I  cry  to  all  mankind, 
Come,  to  the  waters  come  ! 


So  TETITIOI,-. 

Jefus  is  full  of  grace ; 
To  all  his  bowels  move  ; 
Eehold  in  me,  ye  fallen  race, 
That  God  is  only  love  ! 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVII. 

1  /^  RE  AT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim; 
VX     Be  thou  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ! 
The  glories  that  corhpofe  thy  name, 

Stand  a]]  ehgag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  father,  and  my  God  ! 
And  I  am  thine,  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant  bought  with  blood* 

3  Y\'::h  heart  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands. 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands ' 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  Even  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 

No  lalting  pleafure  can  afford  ; 
Yea,  'twould  a  tirefome  burthen  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  thee,  Lord  ! 

5  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife ; 
This  work  mail  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

H  Y  M  N    LXXXVIII. 

I   /^\  THOU,  to  whofe  ail-fearchmg  fight, 
v_>/  The  darknefs  mirieth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee; 
O  bmft  theft  bonds,  and  fet  it  fe ! 


PETITION. 


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2  Warn  out  its  fralns,  refine  its  drofs, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  crofs ! 
Hallow  each  thought ;  let  all  within 
Ee  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darklbme  wild  I  ftray, 

Be  thou  say  light,  be  thou  my  way ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  riling  floods  my  foul  o'erflow, 
When  links  my  heart  in  wares  cf  woe, 
Jefu,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raiie  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart? 

I  Saviour,  where'er  thv  fteps  I  fee, 
Dauntlefs,  untir'd  I  Follow  thee  ! 
O  let  thy  hand  fuppcrt  me  ftiil, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  wayv 
My  ftreneth  proportion  to  mv  day  : 


Till  toil; 

Where  a] 


O    Ciilll, 


and  pain  in-aii  ceak 
id  joy,  and  peace. 


HYMN    LXXXIX. 


i     JESUS,  thou  everlafiingKing, 
J     Accept  the  tribute  which    -k  bring, 
Accept  thy  weli-def;rv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  pralfes  as  thy  crown. 

2  Let  every  afi  of  worfhip  be 
Like  our  efpotifals,  Lord;  to  thee  : 
Like  the  bleii  hour,  when  from  above 
We  finl  receiv'd  thy  pledge  cf  love, 


<JO  PETITION. 

3  The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day, 
O  may  it  ever,  ever  iiay  ! 

Nor  let  our  faith  forfoke  its  hold, 
Nor  hope  decline,  nor  love  grow  cold  ! 

4  Each  following  minute  as  it  fiies, 
lncreafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  rais'd  to  fing  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 


COME, 
Jhe 


Lord,  from  above, 
mountains  remove, 
O'erturn  all  that  hinders  the  courfe  of  thy  love  : 
My  bofom  infpire, 
Inkiridle  the  fire, 
And  wrap  my  whole  foul  in  the  flames  cf  defire. 

2  I  languifh  and  pine 
For  the  comfort  divine, 

O  when  mall  I  fav,  my  Beloved  is  mine  I 
I  have  cnofe  the  good  part, 
My  portion  thou  art, 

C  love,  I  have  found  thee,  O  God,  in  my  heart. 

3  For  this  my  heart  fighs, 

long  elfe  can  fuffice  ; 
Kow,Lord,ca^i  I  purchafethe  peail  of  great  price? 

It  cannot  be  bought, 

And  thou  know'ir  I  have  nought, 
Not  an  aftion,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought. 

4  But  I  hear  a  voice  fay, 
Without  money  ye  may 

Receive  it,  whoever  have  nothing  to  pay : 


PETITION.  $1 

Who  on  Jefus  relies, 
Without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  cf  forgivenefs  and  holinefs  buys. 

5  The  bleffing  is  free, 
So,  Lord,  let  it  he  ; 

I  yield  that  thy  love  mould  be  given  to  me. 
I  freely  receive, 
What  thou  freely  doft  give, 

And  confent  in  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  live. 

6  The  gift  I  embrace, 
The  giver  Xpraife, 

And  afcribe  my  falvation  to'Jefus's  grace; 

It  came  from  above, 

The  foretaile  I  prove, 
And  I  foon  mail  receive  all  thy  fulnefs  of  love. 

HYMN     XCI. 

1  A    ND  can  I  yet  delay 
JTX.     My  little  All  to  give  ?   3 

To  tear  my  foul  from  earth  away, 

For  Jefus  to  receive  ? 

Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more ; 
I  link  by  dying  love  compell'd, 

And  own  the  conqueror  ! 

2  Though  late  I  all  forfake, 
My  friends,  my  All  refign  ; 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O  take, 

And  feal  me  ever  thine ! 

Come,  and  poffefs  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav 'ring  foul, 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love* 


«J  PETITION. 

3       My  one  defire  be  this, 

Thy  only  lave  to  know  : 
To  feck  and  tafte  no  other  blifs, 

No  other  good  below, 

My  life,  my  portion  thou, 

Thou  all-fufficient  art, 
My  hope,  my  heav'nly  treafure,  now 

Enter,  and  keep  my  heart  I 

HYMN    XCII. 

i   r  1  "BOU  Shepherd  of  Ifrael,  and  mine, 
JL       The  joy  and  defire  of  my  heart, 
For  clofer  communion  I  pine, 

I  long  to  refute  where  thou  art : 
The  paitufe  I  languifn  to  f:nd, 

Where  all  who  their  Shepherd  obey, 
Are  fed,  on  thy  bofom  reclia'd, 

Are  fereea'd  from  the  heat  of  the  daj. 

2  Ah  !  mew  me  that  happied  place, 

The  place  of  thy  people's  abode, 
Where  faints  in  an  extacy  gaze, 

And  hang  on  a  crucify 'd  God; 
Thy  love  for  a  fmner  declare, 

Thy  paffion  and  death  on  the  tree; 
My  fpirit  to  Calvary  bear, 

To  fuffer  and  triumph  with  thee. 

3  'Tis  there  with  the  lambs  of  thy  Sock, 

There  only  I  covet  to  reft, 
To  lie  at  the  foot  of  the  rock, 
Q:  rife  to  be  hid  in  thy  breaft : 


PETITION.  93 

'Tis  there  I  would  always  abide, 

And  never  a  moment  depart ; 
ConceftI'd  in  the  cleft  of  thy  fide, 

Eternally  held  in  thy  heart. 

HYMN    XCIII.  . 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  attend 
Thy  feeble  creature's  cry  ; 
And  (hew  thyfelf  the  finner's  friend, 
And  let  me  up  en  high.  / 

From  hell's  oppreflive  pow'r 
My  ftruggling  {bul  releafe  ; 
And  to  thy  Father's  grace  reirore, 
And  to  thy  perfect  peace. 

Thy  blood  and  righteoufnefs 

I  make  my  only  pica ; 
My  prefent  and  eternal  peace 

Are  both  deriv'd  from  thee* 
Rivers  of  life  divine 

From  thee,  their  fountain,  flow> 
And  all  who  know  that  love  of  thine,. 

The  joy  of  angels  know. 


r 


Come  then,  impu 

To  me  thy  righteoufiK 
And  ht  me  tafte  how  good  thou  art-, 
Hew  full  of  truth  and  grace  : 
That  thou  can 'ft  here  forgive, 
Grant  me  to  reiliiy, 
And  juftified  by  faith  to  live, 
And  in  that  faith  to  die, 


*>\.  PETITION, 

H  Y  M  N    XCIV. 

i   TOEING  of  Beings,  God  of  Law, 

JLJ     To  thee  our  hearts  we  raife ; 
Thy  all-fuilaining  power  we  prove, 
And  gladly  fing  thy  praife. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 

Our  facrifice  receive ; 
Made,  and  preferv'd,  and  fav'd  by  Thee, 
To  thee  ourfelves  we  give. 

3  Heav 'n-ward  our  ev'ry  wiih  afpires  ; 

For  all  thy  mercy 's  ilore, 
The  folc  return  thy  love  requires 
Is  that  we  afk  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  alk  ;  we  open  then 

Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will : 
Turn  and  beget  us,  Lord,  again : 

With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill. 
e  Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Saviour's  lore 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ! 
So  (hall  we  ever  live  and  move, 

And  be  with  Chrift  in  God. 

HYMN    XCV. 

j   (~\  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife 
V>/     With  healing  in  thy  wing, 
To  my  difeas'd,  my  fainting  foul, 
Life  and  falvaticn  bring. 
2  Thefe  clouds  of  pride  and  fin  difpel 
By  thy  aii-piercing  beam  ; 
Lighten  mine  eyes  wira  faith,  my  heart 
With  holy  hope  inflame. 


PETITION.  O^ 

3  My  mind  by  thy  all-quick'ning  pow'r, 

From  low  deiires.  fet  free  ; 
Unite  my  fcatter'd  thoughts,  and  fix 
My  love  entire  on  thee. 

4  Father,  thy  long-loft  Ton  receive  : 

Saviour,  thy  purchafe  own  ; 
Eleit  Comforter,  with  peace  and  joy 
Thy  new-made  creature  crown. 

5  Eternal,  undivided  Lord, 

Co-equal  One  and  Three, 
On  thee  all  faith,  all  hope  be  plac'd. 
All  love  be  paid  to  thee. 

H  Y  M  N    XCVL 

i    Q  ON  of  God,  thy  bleffirrg  grant, 
O   Still  fupply  our  ev'ry  want ; 
Tree  of  life,  thy  influence  fried, 
With  thy  fap  my  fpirit  feed. 

2  Tendered  branch,  alas !  am  I, 
Wither  without  thee  and  die* 
Weak  as  helplefs  infancy  ; 

O  confirm  my  foul  in  thee. 

3  Unfuftain'd  by  thee  I  fall ; 
Send  the  help  for  which  i  call  j 
Weaker  than  a  bruifed  reed, 
Help  I  ev'ry  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend ; 
Love  me,  fave  me  to  the  end  : 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace ; 
Take  the  everlaiting  praife. 


rj  rETITION'. 

K  Y  M  N    XCYIL 

i   1 "    ORD,  we  come  hfcfore  thee  i 

JLj   At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 

0  !  do  not  our  fuit  difdain, 

Shall  wc  feck  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
1  Lord,  on  thee  our  fouls  depend, 
Iji  eompaflion  now  defcen-i, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  ling  thy  pride. 
hine  own  .;  way, 

v  wc  feek  thee,  here  we  ftay; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  bleiiir/7 

4  Send  fome  meffkge  from  thv  word, 

1  hat  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 

Ipirit  n  >w  i  npart 
Full  falvation  to  a.  art; 

5  Co  fe  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  re c urn  ; 
Thofe  that  are  call  down  lift  op  ; 
Make  them  ltrong  in  faith  and  hcpc  ! 

6  Grant  that  all  may  feek;,  and  find 
ri  hee  a  gracious  God.  and  kind  : 
Heal   the  fick,  the  captive  free; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee  ! 

H  Y  M  N    XCVIIT. 

I   /^OMK,  thou  Almighty  Kin?, 
\^    Help  us  thy  name  to  fin£, 
JHelp  us  to  praife  .' 


PETITION.  OT 


Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Corne^  and  reign  over  us5 
Ancient  of  days. 

2  jefus,  our  Lord,  arife, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall  1 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  fare  defence  be  made, 
Our'  fouls  on  thee  be  ftay'd  : 

Lord  hear  our  call. 

3  Come,,  thou  incarnate  Word,. 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  fwerd. 

Our  pray 'r  attend  : 
Come,  and  thy  people  bleis,, 
And-  give  thy  word  iuccefs  ; 
Spirit  of  holinefs 

On  us  defcend. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  facredwitnefs  bear 

In  this  glad  heir  : 
Thou  who  almighty  art. 
Now  ruie  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart. 

Spirit  of  pow'r. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three,. 
Eternal  praiies  be, 

Hence — evermore  ! 
Kis  fov'relgn  Majefty 
May  we  in  glory  fee, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  ador?, 


n5  PETITION. 

H  Y  M  N    XCIX. 

|T  hirri  who  did  falvation  bring, 
I  could  for  ever  think  and  fing ; 
Arife  ye  guilty,  he'll  forgive  ; 
Arife  ye  needy,  he'll  relieve. 
Ail;  but  his  grace,  and  !o  !  'tis  given  ; 
.  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  ; 
Tho'  fin  and  forrow  wound  my  foul, 
Jefu,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

To  (hame  our  fins  he  blufh'd  in  blood, 
I  le  cn<s'd  his  eyes  to  fhew  us  God  ; 
let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  knew 
That  none  but  God  fuch  love  could  mow, 

'Tis  fhee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  my  tears,  and  make  my  mean  ; 

:'c t  I  am,  where  'ex  I  move, 
I         t  the  object  cf  my  love. 

iate  to  this  fpring  I  Ry  ; 

.!:,  and  yet  am  ever  dry  : 
Ah  !  who  againft  thy  charms  is  proof! 
Ah !  who  that  loves  can  love  enough  ! 


X 


H  Y  M  N    C, 


T  TOW  tedious  and  taftelefs  the  hours, 
I  A     When  Jems  no  longer  I  fee  ; 
Sweet  profpecls,  fweet  birds,  and 
Have  all  loft  their  fwettnefs  wi 

The  mid-fummer  fun  mines  but  d 

Th  ive  in  vain  to  look  g 

But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 

December's  a:  lay. 


^ee  ; 

fweet  flow^ 

ith  me : 

dim, 


PETITION.  99 

His  name  yields  the  richer!  perfume, 

And  fweeter  than  mufic  his  voice  ; 
His  prefence  difperfes  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  mould,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wifli  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  fo  happy  as  I, 

My  fummer  would  lafc  all  the  year. 
Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  All  to  his  pfeafare  reilgn'd, 
No  changes  of  feaibn  or  place, 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  ble&'d  with  a  fenfe  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prifons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jefus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  fun  and  my  long ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languiih  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  fo  long"? 
O  drive  thefe  dark  clouds  from  my  iky, 

Thy  foul-cheering  prefence  reitcre  ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

H  Y  M  N    CI. 

COME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  bleiTmg, 
Tune  my  heart  to  linu-  thy  9  race  I 
streams  01  mercy  never  ceann?. 

Call  for  fongs  of  loudelt  praile  : 
Teach  me  fome  melodious  fonnet, 
Sung  by  naming  tongues  above  ; 
Praife  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 
Mount  cf  thy  redeeming  love  I 


IOO  ?ET!TIONr. 

2  Here  I  raife  mine  Fbenezer* 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  plea fu  re 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jefus  fought  me  when  a  ftranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
Ke,  to  refcue  me  from  danger. 

Interposed  with  precious  blood  ! 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Da>ly  I'm  conftrain'd  to  be  I 
Let  thy  goodnefs,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  Cod  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  ftal  it; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above  i 


p. 


HYMN    CII. 
SUS,  frr.m  whom  all  bleffings  flow, 


If  now  thy  Spirit  moves  my  breait, 
Hear  and  fulfil  thine  own  requeft. 

2  The  few  that  truly  call  thee  Lo;  J, 
And  wait  thy  £ancl»fying  word, 
And  thee  rheir  ufm'oit  Saviour  own, 
Unite,  and  per  fret  them  in  one. 

3  O  let  th^m  all  thy  mind  exprefs, 
Stand  forth  thy  cjhofen  witneffes  : 
1  hy  pow'r  unto  falvar'on  fliow, 
And  perfect  holtnefs  below. 

4  In  them  let  all  mankind  beheld 
How  Chiiiiians  liv'd  in  days  of  old  ; 


PETITION". 


10 1 


Mighty  their  envious  fees  to  move, 
A  proverb  of  reproach — and  love. 

5  O  might  my  lot  be  call  with  thefe, 
The  leaft  of  Jem's  wkneffes! 

C  that  my  Lord  would  count  me  meet 
To  warn  his  dear  difciples  feet ! 

6  This  only  thing  do  I  require; 
Thou  know'rl  'tis  all  my  heart's  de:lre  : 
Freely  what  I  receive  to  give, 

The  fervant  of  thy  church  to  live. 

7  After  my  lowly  Lord  to  go, 
And  wait  upon  thy  faints  below, 
Enjoy  the  grace  to  angels  giv'n, 
And  ferve  the  royal  heirs  oi  heav'n. 

8  Lord,  if  I  now  thy  drawing  feel, 
And  afk  according  to  thy  will ; 
Confirm  the  pray  r,  the. leal  impart, 
And  fpeak  the  anfwer  to  my  heart. 

9  Tell  me,  or  thou  malt  never  go, 

"  Thy  prayer  is  heard;  it  fhalMte  fo.' 
The  word  hath  pafs'd  thy  lips,  and  I, 
Shall  with  thy  people  live  and  die. 

HYMN    Cin. 
I    T7  VER  fainting  with  deiire, 
JL     For  thee,  O  Ch:iit,  I  call ! 
Thee  I  reftlefsly  require, 

I  want  my  God,  my  All. 
Jefu,  dear  redeeming  Lord, 
I  wait  thy  coming  from  above ; 


Hel 


p  me,  Saviour,  ip< 


And  perfect  me  in  love, 


^ak  the  word^ 


102  PETITION, 

2  WHt  thou  frrTer  me  to  go 

Lamenting  a!l  my  cays  ? 
Shall  I  never,  never  know 

Thy  fanefcifying  grace  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  the  light  afford, 

The  darknefs  from  my  icul  remove  ? 
Help  me.  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love, 

3  Lord,  if  I  on  thee  believe, 

The  fecond  gift  impart ; 
With  th'  indwelling  Spirit  give 

A  new,  a  contrite  heart ; 
3f  with  love  thy  heart  is  itur'd, 

If  now  o'er  me  thy  bowels  move, 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love. 

4  Let  me  gain  my  calling's  hope, 

O  make  the  finner  clean  ! 
Dry  corruption's  fountain  up, 

Cut  cfTth'  intall  of  fin  : 
Take  me  into  thee,  my  Lord, 

And  I  mall  then  no  longer  rove  : 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect,  me  in  love. 

5  Thou,  my  life,  my  trcafure  be, 

My  portion  here  below  ! 
Nothing  would  I  feel:  but  thee, 

Thee  only  would  I  know  : 
My  exceeding  great  reward, 

My  heav'n  on  earth,  my  heav'n  above 
lu-lpme,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love# 


PETITION.  IQ3 

£  Grant  me  now  the  biifs  to  feel 

Cf  thofe  that  are  in  thee  ; 
Son  of  God,  thyfelf  reveal, 

Engra\  e  thy  name  on  me  : 
As  in  heav'n  be  here  ador'd, 

And  let  me  now  the  promife  prove : 
Help  me,  Saviour,  fpeak  the  word, 

And  perfect  me  in  love, 

HYMN     CIV. 

1  TV  /FY  God  !  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine* 
-LVX     And  will  not  quit  my  claim, 
Till  all  I  have  is  loit  in  thine, 

And  all  renew'd  I  am. 

2  I  hold  thee  with  a  trembling  hand, 

But  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  ftedfaitly  by  faith  I  itand, 
And  all  thy  goodnefs  know. 

3  Jefu,  thine  ail-victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  ! 
Then  (hall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 

4.  O  that  in  me  the  facred  fire 
Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
Burn  up  the  drofs  of  baie  deilre, 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  I 

j  O  that  it  now  from  heav'n  might  fall, 
And  all  my  fins  conrume  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghoft,  for  thee  I  ca^l, 

Spirit  cf  burning,  come. 


IC4  PETITION. 

6  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 
Illuminate  my  fuul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  ev'ry  part, 
And  fanctify  the  whole. 


"j  Sorrow  and  fin  mall  then  expire, 
While  enter'd  into  reft, 
I  only  live  my  God  t'  admire, 
My  God  {'or  ever  bleit. 

S  My  ftedfaft  foul,  from  falling  free, 
Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 
But  Chrift  be  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 

HYMN    CV. 

1  "\  /\  7"  HAT  now  is  my  object  and  aim  ? 

V  V       What  now  is  my  hope  and  defire  ? 
To  follow  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

And  after  his  image  afpire. 
My  hope  is  all  eenter'd  in  thee ; 

I  truft  to  recover  thy  love ; 
On  earth  thy  falvation  to  fee, 

And  then  to  enjoy  it  above. 

2  I  third  for  a  life-giving  God, 

A  God  that  on  Calvary  dy'd; 
A  fountain  cf  water  and  blood, 

Which  gufn'd  from  Immanuel's  fide  ! 
I  gafp  for  the  fiream  of  thy  love, 

The  fpirit  of  rapture  unknown  ; 
And  then  to  re-drink  it  above, 

Eternally  frefh  from  the  throne. 


PETITION,  IO5 

H  Y  M  N    CVL 

'ESU,  thy  bonne  lefs  love  to  me 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare  5 
G  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  ! 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone  I  am  ; 
Ee  thou  alone  my  conftant  flame ! 
O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  foul 

Iv lay  dwell  but  thy  pure  love  alone! 
O  mav  thy  leve  pciTefs  me  whole ! 

My  joy,  my  treafure,  and  my  crown  ; 
Strange  flames  far  from  my -heart  remove; 
My  ev'ry  ac\  word,  thought,  be  love. 
O  love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  prefence  flies ; 
Care,  anguifn,  lorrcw,  melt  awav, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arife  ; 
O  Jefu,  nothing  may  J  fee, 
Nothing  defire  or  feek  but  thee. 
Unweary'd  may  I  this  purfue, 

Dauntlers  to  the  high  prize  afpire  : 
Hourly  wirhin  my  foul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heav 'nly  fire  i 
And  day  and  night  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  this  facred  treafure  there. 
O  that  I  as  a  little  child 

May  follow  thee  and  never  red ; 
Till  fweetly  thou  hail  breath'd  thy  mild 

And  lowly  mind  into  my  breaii ! 
Nor  ever  may  we  parted  be, 
Till  I  become  one  fp'rit  with  thee, 


106  PETITION. 

6  Still  let  thy  love  point  out  my  way  : 
How  wondrous  things  thy  love  hath  wrought: 
Still  lead  me,  left  I  go  aftray ; 

Direct  my  word,  infpire  my  thought : 
And  if  I  fall,  focn  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  lo\e  is  near. 

7  In  fuff 'ring  be  thy  love  my  peace, 

In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  pow 'r; 
And  when  the  (terms  of  life  mail  ceafe, 

Jefu,  in  that  important  hour  ! 
In  death,  as  life,  be  thou  my  guide, 
And  fave  me,  who  for  me  halt  dy'd ! 

H  Y  M  N     CVII. 

1  T  TOLY,  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord, 
11     I  wait  to  prove  thy  perfect  will- 
Be  mindful  of  thy  gracious  word, 

And  itamp  me  with  thy  Spirit's  feal. 

2  Open  my  faith's  interior  eye  : 

Difplay  thy  glory  from  above; 

An!  all  I  am  (hall  fink  and  die, 

Loft  in  aftonifhrnent  and  love  ! 

3  Confound,  o'ernow'r  me  by  thy  grace  : 

I  would  be  by  myfelf  abhorr'd  : 
All  might,  all  majefty,  all  praife, 

Ail  glory  be  to  Chriit  my  Lord  ! 

4  Now  let  me  gain  perfection's  height; 

Now  let  me  into  nothing  fall, 
As  lefs  than  nothing  in  thy  fight, 
And  feel  that  Chriit  is  ail  in  all ! 


PETITION.  10* 

HYMN    CVIII. 

SAVIOUR  of  the  fin-fick  foul, 
Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole  : 

Finifh  thy  great  work  of  grace  ! 

Cut  it  fnort  in  righteoufnefs. 
i  Speak  the  fecond  time,  "  Be  clean  !'* 

Take  away  my  inbred  fin  : 

Ev'ry  flumbling-block  remove  j 

Call  it  oat  by  perfect  love. 
;  Nothing  lefs  will  I  require, 

Nothing  more  can  I  defire  : 

None  but  Chrift  to  me  be  giv'n  ! 

None  but  Chrift  in  earth  or  heav'n. 
l  O  that  I  might  now  decreafe  ! 

O  that  all  I  am  might  ceafe  ! 

Let  me  into  nothing  fall ! 

Let  my  Lord  be  all  in  all ! 

HYMN    CIX.       L 

LORD,  I  believe  a  reft  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known, 
A  reft,  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  lov'd  alone. 
:  A  reft,  where  all  our  foul's  deiire 
Is  fix'd  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  fin,  and  grief  expire,. 

Caft  out  by  perfect  love. 
O  that  I  now  tfee  reft  might  know, 

Believe,   and  enter  in  ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  pow'r  be(!ow> 


108  PETITION. 

4  Remove  this  hairdnefs  from  my  heart, 

This,  unbelief  remove ; 
To  me  the  reft  of  faith  uncart, 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'ft  I  would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own  : 
Thee,  O  my  aU-fufficient  good ! 
1  want,  and  thee  alone. 

6  Thv  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant! 

This,  only  this,  he  giv'n  ; 
Nothing  befide  my  God  I  want, 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heav'n. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

Into  my  loul  defcend ! 
No  lorigst  from  thy  creature  fray, 

My  author,  and  my  end  ! 
S  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoit, 

Ana  feal  me  thine  abode; 
Let  all  [  am  in  thee  be  loft, 

Let  all  be  ioil  in  God  ! 

H  Y  M  N    CX. 

i   4^\  Joyful  found  of  gofpel-grace, 
\_S      Chriit  (hall  in  me  appear  1 
I,  even  I,  fhall  fee  his  face  ; 
I  (hall  be  holy  here. 

2  The  glorious  crown  of  rghteonfnefs, 

To  me  reached  out  I  view  ; 
Conqu'ror  through  him,  I  focn  fhall  feizc 
Ani  wear  it  as  my  due. 

3  The  promis'd  land  from  Pifgah's  top 

I  now  exult  to  fee  ; 


PETITION".  lOg 

My  hope  is  fall  (O  glorious  hope  !) 
Cf  immortality. 
4  He  vifits  now  the  houfe  of  clay ; 
He  fhakes  his  future  home  : 
O  would'!!  thou  Lord,  on  this  glad  day 
Into  thy  temple  come. 
§  With  me,  I  know,  I  feel  thou  art, 
But  this  cannot  iurlice, 
Unlefs  thou  planteft  in  my  heart 
A  conftant  paradife* 

6  My  earth  thou  wat'reil  from  on  hi  eh, 

But  make  it  ail  a  pool : 
Spring  up,  O  well,  I  ever  cry, 
Spring  up  within  my  foul. 

7  Come,  O  my  God,  thy  felf  reveal! 

Fill  all  this  mighty  void  : 
Thou  only  canft  my  ipirit  fill; 

Come,  O  my  God,  my  God ! 
B  Fulfil,  fulfil  my  large  defires, 

Large  as  infinity! 
Give,  give  me  ail  my  foul  requires, 

All,  ail  that  is  in  thee ! 

H  Y  M  N    CXI. 

I    JESUS  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live, 
J     _  Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 
In  him  eternal  life  receive, 
And  be  in  ipirit  one. 
l  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
The  gift  unfpeakable; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  t' embrace, 
And  all  thy  love  to  feel, 
G 


jIG  PETITIOK, 

3  My  foul  breaks  out  in  ftrong  deilre, 

The  p-'rilci  blifs  to  prove; 
My  longing  heart  is  all  ort  fire 
To  Be  diffolv'd  in  love. 

4  Give  me  thyfelf,  from  ev'ry  boaft, 

From  ev'ry  wim  fet  free ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  thee  be  lolt, 
But  give  thyfelf  to  me. 

5  Thv  gifts,  alas !  cannot  fuffice, 

Unlefs  thyfelf  be  giv'n  ; 
Thy  prefence  makes  my  paradife, 
And  where  thou  art  is  heav'n  ! 

HYMN    CXII. 

1  r~T^HOU  great  myfterious  God  unknown^ 

X     Whofe  love  hath  gently  led  me  on,  i 
Ev'n  from  my  infant  days; 
Mine  intaioft  foul  expofe  to  view, 
And  tell  me  if  I  never  knew      • 
Thy  juftifying  grace. 

2  If  I  have  only  known  thy  fear, 
And  follow'd  with  an  heart  fincere, 

Thv  drawings  from  above  ; , 
Now,  now  the  farther  grace  beftow, 
And  let  mv  fprijikled  confeience  know 

Thy  fweet  forgiving  love. 

3  Short  of  thy  love  I  would  not  flop, 
A  ftranger  to  the  gofpel  hope, 

The  fenfe  of  fin  forgiv'n  : 
I  .would  nnt,  Lord,  my  foul  deceive, 
Without  thy  inward  witnefs  live, 

That  antepaft  cf  heav'n. 


PETITION.  Ill 

A.  If  now  the  witnefs  were  in  me, 
Would  he  not  teftify  of  thee, 

In  Jefus  reccncii'd  ? 
And  (hould  I  not  with  faith  draw  nigh, 
And  boldly  Abba  Father  cry, 

I  know  myfelf  thy  child  ? 

5  Ah!  never  let  thy  fervant  reft, 
Till  of  my  part  in  Chrift  poileft, 

I  on  thy  mercy  feed": 
Unworthy  of  the  crumbs  that  fall. 
Yet  rais'd  by  him  who  dy'd  for  all. 

To  eat  the  children's  bread, 

6  Whate'er  obftrucls  thy  pard'ni ng  love,  I 
Or  fin,  or  righteoufnefs  remove, 

Thy  glory  to  diip'ay  : 
Mine  heart  of  unbelief  convince, 
And  now  ablblve  me  from  my  fins, 

And  take  them  all  away. 

HYMN    CXIII. 

1  1\  TjTY  hope,  my  All,  my  Saviour  thou, 
J.VJL  To  thee,  lo  !  now  my  foul  I  bow, 
I  feel  the  blifs  thy  wounds  impart, 

I  find  the  Saviour  in  my  heart. 

2  Ee  thou  my  ftreagth,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  fhort  day  | 
In  ail  my  ads  may  wifdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  fide, 

3  Correft,  reprove,  and  comfort  me, 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be; 

■  And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart,. 
Then-  clafp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

G    2 


112  PETITION. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkeft  hour, 
Save  me  from  fin  and  Satan's  pow'r; 
Tear  ev'ry  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign  my  Saviour — reign  alone, 

$  My  fufFring  time  fhall  foon  be  o'er, 
Then  fhall  I  figh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ranfom'd  foul  fhall  foar  away, 
To  fing  thy  praife  in  endlefs  day. 

HYMN    CXIV. 

1  TE5US,  the  all-fuftaining  word, 
J      My  fallen  fpirit's  hope, 
Alter  thy  lovely  likenefs,  Lord, 

O  when  fhall  I  wake  up  ? 

2  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  : 
Quicken  my  foul,  inftracl  my  heart, 
My  finking  footfleps  flay. 

3  Cf  all  thou  hall  in  earih  below, 

In  heav'n  above  to  give, 
Give  me  thine  only  felf  to  know, 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

4  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love, 

In  mvitic  union  join 
Me  to  thy  felf,  and  let  me  prove 
The  feilowfnip  divine. 

5  Open  the  intercourfe  between 

-  lenging  foul  and  thee, 
Never  to  be  broke  off  again, 
Through  all  eternity. 


PETITION,  113 

HYMN    CXV. 

1  TTOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
XjL     How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too, 

And  ev'ry  fweet  a  fnare. 

2  The  brighter!  things  below  the  fky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  fhould  fufpecl  fome  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  pofTefs  delight. 

3  Cur  deareft  joys,  and  nearer!  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe ;' 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  'em  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be  - 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

HYMN    CXVL 

1      A    LL  ye  that  pafs  by, 

JT\.  To  Jefus  draw  nigh  : 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jefus  mould  die  ? 

Your  ranfom  and  peace, 

Your  furety  he  is, 
Come,  fee  if  there  ever  was  forrow  like  his. 


IIj*.  PETITION. 

2  For  what  you  have  done 
His  blood  muft  atone: 

The  Father  hath  punifh'd  for  you  his  dear  Son.- 

The   Lord  in  the  day 

Of  his  anger  did  lay 
Your  fins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away. 

3  He  anfwer'd  for  all, 
O  come  at  his  call, 

And  low  at  his  crofs  with  aftonifhment  fall. 

But  lift  up  your  eyes 

At  Jefus's  cries  : 
Impaflive  he  fufrers,  immortal  he  dies. 

j.  He  dies  to  atone 

For  fins  not  his  own  :  [done. 

Your  debt  he  hath  paid,  and  your  work  he  hath 

Ye  all  may  receive 

The  peace  he  did  leave, 
Who  made  fotercemon,  "  My  Father  forgive." 

5  For  you  and  for  me, 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 

The  prayer  is  accepted,  the,  finner  is  free. 

The  finner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jefus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot  deny. 

6  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  finner  I  am, 

A  finner  believing  in  Jefus's  name. 

He  purchas'd  the  grace, 

Which  now  I  embrace; 
O  Father,  thou  know'ft  he  hath  died  in  my  place. 


PETITION.  Uj 

^  His  death  is  my  plea, 

My  Advocate  fee,"  [^e  : 

[Ud  hear  the  blood  fpeak  that  hath  anfwer'd  for 

Acquitted  I  was, 

When  he  bled  on  the  crofs, 
knd  by  lofmg  his  life  he  hath  carried  my  caufe. 

H  Y  M  N    CXVII. 

JEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  (hall  it  be, 
That  I  (hall  find  my  all  in  thee  ! 
The  iumefs  of  thy  promife  prove, 
The  feal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 
!  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may  feel  thee  near; 

0  dark  !  dark!  dark  !  I  ftill  mult  fay, 
Amid  the  blaze  of  gofpel-day: 

;  Thee,  only  thee  I  fain  would  find, 
And  caft  the  world  and  fielh  behind  : 
Thou,  only  thou  to  me  be  given, 
Of  all  thou  haft  in  earth  or  heaven. 

j.  When  from  the  arm  of  flem  fet  free, 
Jefu,  my  foul  mail  fly  to  thee  : 
jefu,  when  I  have  loft  my  all, 

1  mall  upon  thy  bofom  fall. 

HYMN    CXVIII. 

j  -T  T  JUOM  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
V  V     Ready  the  outcafts  to  receive  : 
Though  all  my  fimplenefs  I  own, 
And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known. 
G4 


6  PETITION. 

Ah  !  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt ! 
Thou  wilt  in  nowife  caft  me  out, 
An  belpJefs  foul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  fin  and  mifery. 

Lord,  I  am  fick,  ray  fickncfs  cure; 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor  ; 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  ftoop : 
O  lift  the  abject  (inner  up  ! 

Lord  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  fight ! 
Lord,  I  arn  weak,  be  thou  my  might! 
A  helper  of  the  helplefs  be, 
And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee ! 


■j 


HYMN    CXIX. 

►US,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
Difplay  thy  faving  power  ; 
Thy  mercy  let  thefe  cutcafts  find, 
And  know  their  gracious  hour. 


1  Ah  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  fpace, 
Nor  fuddenly  confume  : 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 
And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

3  C  would'ft  thou  caft  a  pitying  look 

(All  Goodnefs  as  thou  art) 
Like  that  which  faithlefs  Peter's  broke, 
Or  my  obdurate  heart. 

4  Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 

And  crucified  afrefh, 
Touch  with  thine  all-victorious  blood, 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  flelh. 


PETITION1.  117 

£  Open  their  eyes,  and  ears,  to  fee 
Thy  crofs,  to  hear  thy  cries  : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 
For  thee  he  weeps,  and  dies. 

6  All  the  day  long  he  meekly  Hands 

His  rebels  to  receive, 
And  fhews  his  wounds,  and  fpreads  his  hands, 
And  bids  you  turn  and  live. 

7  Turn,  and  your  fins  of  deepeft  dye 

He  will  with  blood  efface  ; 
Even  now  be  waits  the  blood  t'  apply, 
Be  faved,  be  faved  by  grace. 

8  Ee  faved  from  hell,  from  fin  and  fear : 

He  fpeaks  you  now  forgiven, 

Walk  before  God,  be  perfect  here, 

And  then  come  up  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CXX. 

1  jf~\  GOD,  of  good  the  unfathom'd  fea,» 
V_>/  Who  would  not  give  his  heart  to  thee  ? 

Who  would  not  love  thee  with  his  might  ? 
O  Jefu,  lover  of  mankind, 
Who  would  not  His  whole  foul  and  mind, 

With  all  his  ftrength  to  thee  unite  ? 

2  Thou  fhin'ft  with  everl ailing  rays  ; 
Before  th'  unfufferable  blaze 

Angels  with  both  wings  veil  their  eyes  : 
Yet  free  as  air  thy  bounty  ftreams 
On  all  thy  works ;  thy  mercy's  beams 

Diirjfive  as  the  fun's  arife. 
G  c 


IlS  PETITION. 

3  Aftonifh'd  at  thy  frowning  brow, 

Earth,  hell,  and  heav'n's  ftrong  pillars  bow, 

Terrible  majefty  is  thine  ! 
Who  then  can  that  vaft  love  exprefs, 
Which  bows  thee  down  to  me,  who  lefs 

Than  nothing  am,  till  thou  art  mine ! 

4  High  thron'd  on  heaven's  eternal  hill, 
In  number,  weight,  and  mealure  ltill 

Thou  fweetly  ordereft  all  that  is  : 
And  yet  thou  deign 'ft  to  come  to  me, 
And  guide  my  fteps,  that  I  with  thee 

Enthron'd,  may  reign  in  endiefs  blifs. 

HYMN    CXXI. 

i    f\  JESUS,  my  reft, 
X^Jr    How  unfpeakably  bleft 
Is  the  finner  that  comes,  to  be  hid  in  thy  breaft  ! 

2  I  come  at  thy  call, 
At  thy  feet  do  I  fall, 

And  believe  and  confefs  thee  my  God  and  my  Alia 

3  Thou  art  Mary's  good  part, 
The  thing  needful  thou  art, 

The  delire  of  my  eyes,  and  the  joy  of  my  heart. 

4  My  comfort  and  flay, 
My  life,  and  my  way, 

My  crown  of  rejoicing  in  that  happy  day. 

5  Health,  pardon  and  peace 
In  thee  I  poffefs; 

I  can  have  nothing  more,  I  will  have  nothing  lefs, 

6  I  ftand  in  thy  might, 
I  walk  in  thy  light, 

And  all  heaven  I  claim  in  thy  Gcd-giving  right.- 


PETITION,  UC 

H  Y  M  N    CXXII. 

For  more  Labourers. 

1  TESU,  thy  wandering  fiieep  behold  ! 

a J      See,  Lord,  with  yearning  bowels  fee 
Poor  fouls,  that  cannot  find  the  fold, 
Till  fought,  and  gathered  in  by  thee. 

2  Lofl  are  they  now,  and  fcattered  wide, 

In  pain,   and  wearinefs,  and  want ; 

With  no  kind  Shepherd  near  to  guide 

The  lick,  and  fpiritlefs,  and  faint. 

3  Thou,  only  thou,  the  kind  and  good, 

And  fheep-redeeming  Shepherd  art ; 
Collect  thy  flock,  and  give  them  food, 
And  pallors  after  thine  own  heart. 

4  Give  the  pure  word  of  general  grace, 

And  great  mall  be  the  Preacher's  crowd  ; 
Preachers,  who  all  the  iinful  race, 
Point  to  the  all-atoning  bloocl. 

5  Open  their  mouth,  and  utterance  give. 

Give  them  a  trumpet-voice  to  call 
A  world,  who  all  may  turn  and  live, 
Through  faith  in  him  who  died  for  all. 

6  In  every  MeiTenger  reveal, 

The  grace  they  preach  divinely  free ; 
That  each  may  by  thy  Spirit  tell 

"  He  died  for  all,  who  died  for  me." 
1  A  double  portion  from  above, 

Of  that  all-quick'ning  Spirit  impa  t \ 
Shed  forth  thine  univerfal  love, 
In  every  faithful  Pallor's  heart, 
G6 


F 


1Z>5  PETITION. 

S  Thy  pnfy  glory  l?t  them  feek, 

6  let  thiir  hearts  with  love  o'crflow ; 
Let  them  believe,  and  therefore  fpeak, 
And  fpread  thy  mercy's  praife  below. 

HYMN    CXXIII. 
Nativity  Hjmn. 
ATHER,  our  hearts  we  lift 
Up  to  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  thank  thee  for  the  precious  gift 

Of  thine  incarnate  Son  ; 

'/he  gift  unfpeakable, 

We  thankfully  receive, 
And  to  the  world  thy  goodnefs  tell, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

Jefus  the  holy  child, 

Doth  by  his  birth  declare, 
That  God  and  man  are  reconcil'd, 

And  one  in  him  we  are  : 

Salvation  through  his  name 

To  all  mankind  is  given, 
And  loud  his  infant  cries  proclaim 

A  peace  'twixt  earth  and  heaven* 

A  peace  on  earth  he  brings, 

Which  never  more  mail  end  : 
The  Lord  of  hods,  the  King  of  kings, 

Declares  himfelf  our  friend  ; 

A  flumes  our  flefh  and  blood, 

That  we  his  Spirit  may  gain  ; 
The  everlafting  Son  of  God, 

The  mortal  Son  of  man. 

His  kingdom  from  above 

He  doth  to  us  impart, 


PETITION".  I2E 

And  pure  benevolence  and  love, 

O'er  flow  the  faithful  heart : 

Chang 'd.  in  a  moment,  we 

The  fweet  attraction  find, 
With  open  arms  of  charity 

Embracing  all  mankind. 

5       O  might  they  all  receive 

The  new-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  meekly  in  his  fpirit  live, 

And  in  his  love  increafe  ! 

Till  he  convey  us  home, 

Cry  every  foul  aloud, 
Come,  thou  defire  of  nations  come, 

And  take  us  up  to  God. 

HYMN     CXXIV. 
Fsr  more  Labourers, 

1  T  ORD  of  the  harveft,  hear 
JL_j  Thy  needy  fervants  cry, 
Anfwer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view  : 
The  harveft.,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  Labourers  are  few. 

3  Convert,  and  fend  forth  more 

Into  thy  church  abroad, 
And  let  them  fpeak  thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Give  the  pure  gofpel-wcrd, 

The  word  of  general  grace  ; 


lit  PETITION. 

Thee  let  them  preach,  the  common  Lord; 

Saviour  of  human  race. 
5  O  let  them  fpread  thy  name, 

Their  miffion  fully  prove, 
Thy  univerfal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

HYMN    CXXV. 
For  a  Jick  Per/on, 

1  QEE,  gracious  Lord,  with  pitying  eyes, 
O   Beneath  thy  hand  a  fufferer  lies, 
Thy  mercy,  not  thine  anger  proves ; 
And  fick  he  is  whom  Jefus  loves. 

2  His  to  thine  own  affii&ions  join, 
Accept,  exalt,  and  count  them  thine  ; 
Thy  pailion  which  remains  fulfil, 
And  fuffer  in  thy  members  ftill. 

3  His  ficknefs  feel,  endure  his  pain, 
His  burden  bear,  his  crofs  fuflain  : 
Grieve  in  his  griefs,  and  figh  his  fighs, 
And  breathe  his  wifhes  to  the  fkies. 

4  Enter  his  heart,  poffefs  him  whole, 
Infoire,  and  actuate  his  foul ; 
Himfelf  no  longer  let  it  be 

That  fuffers,  or  that  lives,  but  thee. 

5  Thyfelf  through  fufferings  perfect  made, 
Conform  him  thus  to  thee  his  head; 
B-efine,  and  raife  his  virtue  higher, 
When  tried  and  purified  by  fire. 

6  So  when  his  eves  behold  thee  near, 
And  thou  his  hidden  life  appear  ; 
Bright  in  thy  likenefs  {hall  he  fhine, 
And  glorious  all,  and  all  divine. 


REJOICING.  123 

REJOICING. 
HYMN    CXXVI. 

1  f^  OME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
V_y     And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 

While  ye  furround  his  throne : 
Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing 
Who  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  fervants  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  furveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  feas ; 
This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love  : 
He  will  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pOw'rs 

To  carry  us  above. 

3  There  we  Chall  fee  his  face, 

And  never,  never  fin  : 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in  : 
Yea,  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortal  ft  ate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 

Should  conftant  joys  create. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  fouild 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celeftial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow  : 


I2|  REJOICING. 

Then  let  our  fongs  aboun 1, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN    CXXVII. 

t  T_T  APP Y  the  man  that  finds  the  grace, 
XI  The  blefling  of  God's  chofen  race, 
The  wifdom  coming  from  above, 

.   The  faith  that  fweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  description  he 
Who  knows  the  Saviour  dy'd  for  me, 
The  gift  unfpeakable  obtains 

And  heav'nly  unierftanding  gains. 

3  Wifdom  divine  !  Who  tells  the  price 
Of  wifdom's  coltly  merchandize  ? 
Wifdom  to  filver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  drofs,  compar'd  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fill'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches  and  immortal  praife  ; 
Riches  of  Chriil  on  all  beftow'd, 

And  honour,  that  defcends  from  God. 

5  To  pureft  joys  me  all  invites, 
Chaite,  holy,  fpi ritual  delights : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleafantnefs, 
And  all  her  fiow'ry  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wifdom  gains ; 
1  hrice  happy  who  his  gueft  retains ; 
He  owns,  and  fnall  for  ever  own, 
Wifdom,  and  Chrift,  and  heav'n  are  one. 


REJOICING.  12 

HYMN    CXXVIII. 

HAPPY  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd, 
And  fav'd  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 

Their  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 
The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  iing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 

And  we  in  hymns  below. 
Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praife, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  1 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace ; 

The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 
The  holy  to  the  holy 'it  leads ; 

From  thence  our  fpirits  rife : 
And  he  that  in  thy  ftatutes  treads, 

Shall  meet  thee  in  the  ikies. 

HYMN    CXXIX. 

LET  earth  and  heav'n  agree, 
Angels  and  men  be  join'd 
To  celebrate  with  me 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  ; 
T'  adore  the  all-atoning  Lamb, 
And  blefs  the  found  of  jefu's  name. 

Jefus  !  transporting  found  ! 

The  joy  of  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
No  other  help  is  found, 
No  other  name  is  giv'n, 
By  which  we  can  falvation  have, 
But  Jeius  came  the  world  to  fave. 


Il6  REJOICING. 

3       Jefus !  harmonious  name  ! 

It  charms  the  hofts  above  ; 
They  evermore  proclaim, 
And  wonder  at  his  love  : 
'Tis  all  their  happinefs  to  gaze, 
'Tis  heav'n  to  lee  our  Jcfu's  face. 

4.       His  name  the  fmner  hears, 
And  is  from  fin  fct  free ; 
'Tis  mufic  in  his  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  a  iclory  ; 
New  fongs  do  now  his  lips  employ, 
And  dances  his  glad  heart  for  joy. 

£       Stung  by  the  fcorpion  fin, 
My  poor  expiring  foul 
The  balmy  found  drinks  in, 
And  is  at  once  made  whole  : 
See  diere  my  Lord  upon  the  tree  ! 
I  hear,  I  feel  he  dy'd  for  me. 

6       O  unexampled  love! 

O  all- redeeming  grace  ! 
How  fwiftly  didil  thou  move 
To  fave  a  fallen  race  : 
What  fhall  I  do  to  make  it  known, 
What  thou  for  all  mankind  haft  done  ! 

1       C  for  a  trampet-voice, 

On  all  the  world  to  call ; 
To  bid  their  hearts  rejoice 
In  him  who  dy'd  for  all ! 
For  all  mv  Lord  was  crucify 'd  ! 
For  all,  for  all  my  Saviour  dy'd  I. 


REJOICING.  127 

To  ferve  thy  bleffed  will, 

Thy  dying  love  to  praife, 
Thy  counfel  to  fulfil, 

And  miniiter  thy  grace  ; 
"Freely  what  I  receive,  to  give, 
The  life  of  heav'n  on  earth  I  live. 


HYMN    CXXX. 

ARISE,  my  foul,  arife, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  furety  (lands ; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

He  ever  lives  above 

For  me  to  intercede; 
His  jiH-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead :  - 
His  blood  atcn'd  for  all  our  race, 
And  fprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 
They  ftrongly  fpeak  for  me : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry! 
Nor  let  that  ranfom'd  tinner  die. 
The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  prefence  of  his  Son  : 
His  fpirit  anfwers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God, 


128  REJOICING. 

5       My  Gcd  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  confidence  1  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry ! 

HYMN    CXXXI. 

1  T\/T^T  God,  I  am  thine, 
1VX  What  a  comfort  divine  ; 

What  a  ble fling  to  know  that  my  Jefus  is  mine  I 

In  the  heavenly  Lamb 

Thrice  happy  I  am,  [name. 

And  my  heart  it  doth  dance  at  the  found  of  his 

2  True  pleafures  abound 
In  the  rapturous  found  ; 

And  whoever  hath  found  it,  hath  paradife  found. 
My  Jefus  to  know,  <> 

And  feel  his  blood  flow, 

sTis  life  everlalting,  'tis  heaven  below! 

3  Yet  onward  I  hafte 
To  the  heav'nly  feaft ; 

That,  that  is  the  fulnefs ;'  but  this  is  the  tafte  : 

And  this  I  Ihall  prove, 

Till  with  joy  I  remove 
To  the  heaven  of  heavens  in  Jefus's  love. 

HYMN    CXXXII. 

i   npHY  ceafelefs,  unexhaufted  love, 
JL       Unmerited  and  free, 
Delights  our  evil  to  remove, 
And  help  our  mifery. 


REJOICING. 

2  Thou  waiteft  to  be  gracious  ftill ; 

Thou  doil  with  miners  bear, 
That  fav'd,  we  may  thy  goodnefs  feel, 
And  all  thy  grace  declare. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  and  thy  truth  to  me, 

To  ev'ry  foul  abound  ; 
A  vaft,  unfathomable  fea, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

4  Its  ftreams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plent'ous  is  the  ilore  ;    • 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 
Enough  for  evermore  ! 

5  Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are ! 

A  reck  that  cannot  move  ; 
A  thoufand  promifes  declare 
Thy  conflancy  of  love  ! 

6  Throughout  the  univerfe  it  reigns,, 

Unalterably  fure ; 
And  while  the  truth  of  God  remains, 
This  goodnefs  muft  endure. 

HYMN    CXXXIIL 

I   JJ  EJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King! 
XV     Your  Lord  and  King  adore  | 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  ring; 
And  triumph  evermore : 
'    Lift  'up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice, 

Rejoice,  again  I  fay  rejoice  ! 
(2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  Gcd  of  truth  and  love, 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  (tains 

Ke  took  his  feat  above  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 


130  REJOICING. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  ear.h  and  hear'n; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell, 

Are  to  our  Jefus  giv'n  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

4  He  fits  at  God's  right-hand, 

Till  all  his  foes  lubmit ; 
And  bow  to  his  command, 

And  fall  beneath  his  feet : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

5  lie  all  his  foes  fhall  quell, 

all  all  our  fins  dcltroy ; 
And  every  bofom  fwell 

With  pare  feraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up,  &c. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

jefus  the  judge  fhall  come; 
And  take  his  fervanfs  up 
Fo  their  eternal  home  : 
We  fpon  fhall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
Tiie  trump  of  God  fliall  found  r-joice ! 

HYMN    CXXXIV. 


o 


TELL  me  no  more 
Of  this  world's  vain  ftore, 
The  time  for  fuch  trifies  with  me  now  is  o'er; 
A  country  I've  found, ' 
Where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  in  that  happy  ground. 
2       The  fouls  that  believe, 
In  Paradife  live. 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jefus  receive ; 


REJOICIN.G.  IJI 

My  foul  don't  delay, 
He  calls  thee  away, 
Rife,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  blefs  the  glad  day, 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 

What  he  can  beftow,  [go  : 

What  light,  ftrength  and  comfort,  go  after  him 

Lo!  onward  I  move, 

To  a  country  above,  [prove. 

None  gueffes  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will 

4  Great  fpoils  I  mall  win, 
From  death,  hell,  and  fin, 

'Midft  outward  afflictions  (hall  feel  Chrift  within  : 

And  when  I'm  to  die, 

Receive  me  I'll  cry, 
For  Jefus  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find, 
We  two  are  fo  join'd, 

He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind  I 

So  this  is  the  race 

I'm  running  thro'  grace, 
Henceforth  till  admitted  to  fee  my  Lord's  face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care, 

My  neighbours  may  mare         [dare  ? 
Thefe  bleffings ;  to  feek  them  will  none  of  you 

In  bondage,  O  why, 

And  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  allures  you  true  grace  is  fo  nigh  ? 

HYMN    CXXXV. 

I  A    ND  mult  this  body  die,  ■- 

J~. jL     This  well-wrought  frame  decay  ? 
And  mull  thefe  active  limbs  of  mins 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  } 


132  REJOICING. 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  wormg, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  come* 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  Ikies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dull, 
Till  he  (hall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array 'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  mine. 
And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Be  heav  nly  and  di\  ine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love ; 
O  may  we  blefs  thy  grace  below, 
And  ling  thy  grace  above. 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praife 

Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  founds  we  raifc 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

H  Y  M  N    CXXXVI. 

1  T  T  E  dies,  the  friend  of  finners  dies ! 

JL  JL     Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around, 
A  fclemn  darknefs  veils  the  fides ! 

A  fudden  trembling  fhakes  the  ground ! 
Come,  faints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 

For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load  I 
He  fhed  a  thoufand  drops  for  you, 

A  thoufand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

2  Here's  love  and  geief  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ! 


REJOICING.  ?3J 

But  lo  !  what  fudden  joys  we  fee, 

Jefus,  the  dead,  revives  again  I 
The  riling  God  forfakes  the  tomb : 

(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rife) 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  hom^, 

And  fhout  him  welcome  to  the  ikies. 
3  Ereak  off  your  tears,  ye  faints,  and  tell 

How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  fpoil'd  the  hofcs  of  hell, 

And  led  the  Monfter  death  in  chains  : 
Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  wond'rous  King  ! 

"  Born  to  redeem,  and  itrong  to  fave  I" 
Then  alk  the  monfter — "  Where's  thy  fting  ? 

"  And  whereas  thy  vii-t'ry,  beading  grave  ?iJ 

HYMN    CXXXVII. 

1  T>LUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair, 
JL       We  wretched  linners  lav, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 

Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpiefs  grief; 
Pie  law,  and  (O,  amazing  love  ! ) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  Chining  feats  above, 

With  joyful  haile  he  fled  ; 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  Hem, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  G  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafting  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  ibeak. 
H 


f$4  re  i  sip, 

5  Angels  affift  ;ur  mighty  jovs, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
Eut  when  you  raife  your  higheft  notes, 
tlii  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

II  Y  M  N    CXXXVIII. 

i    T\  /T  Y  God,  the  fpring  of  al!  my  joys, 
1.VX   '  The  life  of  my  delights, 

'J  he  glory  of  my  brighter!:  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  Li  darken:  fhades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Tlnu  art  my  foul's  bright  morning  (lar, 
And  thou  my  rifing  fun. 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fliine 

With  beams  of  facred  blifs, 
If  Jeius  fhews  his  mercy  mine, 
And  whifpers  I  am  his. 

4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporti&g  word, 
E.un  up  with  joy  the  mining  way, 

To  fee  and  praifc  my  Lord, 
£  Fearlefs  of  hell  and  ghailly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith 

Would  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

HYMN    CXXXIX. 

i    T    ET  ev'ry  tongne  thy  goodnefs  fp 
JLj     Thou  fov'r<  igi  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  we 
caife  the  poor  that  faH, 


REJOICING 

2  When  forrows  bow  the  fpirit  down, 

Our  virtue  lies  diilrelt 
Beneath  the  proud  cpprefibr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'it  the  mourner  reft. 

3  Thou  know'it  the  pains  thy  Tenants  fed 

Thou  hear'il  thy  children's  cry, 
And  their  beft  wiihes  to  fulfil 

Thy  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Thy  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
Thou  fav'it  the  fouls  whofe  humble  hvt 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

5  My  lips  mail  dwell  upon  thy  p 

And  fpread  thy  fame  abroad  : 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God. 


raife, 


'C 


II  Y  M  N    CXL. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit. 

OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dc 
With  all  thy  quick 'ning  power! 


In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  thefe  earthly,  toys ; 
Our  fouls,  how  heavily  they  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 
•r  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fons&a 
in  vain  we  itrive  to  raiie ; 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
our  devotion  dies. 

H    2 


tjo*  REJOICING. 

4  Father,  (hall  we  then  ever  live 
At  tins  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  1  we  (o  faint,  fo  cold  to  Thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

le,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
ith  all  thy  qoick'ning  powers; 
Corne,  fl  r  iour'i  love, 

And  that  mail  kindle  ours. 


H  Y  M  N    CXLI. 

i   f  1  ^HE  fpacious  firmament  on  high, 
jl      With  all  the  blue  ethereal  (ky, 
And  fpangled  heatf'ns,  (a  fhining  frame  !) 
1  heir  great  Original  proclaim. 

iwearied  fun  from  day  to  day 
Doth  his  Creator's  pow'r  difplay ; 

Itlhes  to  ev'ry  land 
The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  (hades  prevail, 
The  rnoon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  lift  ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  ftory  of  her  birth  : 
Whilit  all  the  ftars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  fp read  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though  in  folemn  filence  all 
More  round  the  dark  terreitrial  ball  ; 
V'.  bat  though  no  real  voice  nor  found 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  j 


REJOICING.  fV} 

In  reafon's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  finging  as  they  mine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

HYMN    CXLII. 

r~|""'HE  voice  of  my  Beloved  founds, 
X    While  o'er  the  mountain-tops  he  bounds, 
He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
And  all  my  foul  with  tranfport  fills ; 

Gently  doth  he  chide  my  flay, 

ff  Rife,  my  love,  and  come  away/' 
The  fcatter'd  clouds  are  fled  at  Jail, 
The  rain  is  gene,  the  winter  pail, 
The  lovely  vernal  flow'rs  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchant  our  ear ; 

Nov/,  with  {wQQtly  penfive  moan, 

Cooes  the  turtle-dove  alone. 

HYMN    CXLIII. 

VAIN,  delufive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature-good, 
Only  Jefus  I  purfue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  ! 
All  thy  pleafures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify'd  ! 
Other  knowledge  I  difdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Chris,  the  Lamb  of  God  was  fiain,, 

He  tailed  death  for  me! 

u3 


13^  REJOICING. 

Me  to  fave  from  end'efs  woe, 
The  fin-atoning  victim  dy'd! 

Only  Jcfus  will  I  know, 
And  Jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

3  Here  will  I  fet  up  my  reft, 

My  fluctuating  he-art 
From  the  haven  of  his  bread 

Shall  never  more  depart : 
Whither  fhould  a  {inner  go  ? 

His  wounds  for  me  Hand  open  wide  j 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

4  Kim  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleafure  without  end  ; 
This  is  all  my  happinefs 

On  Je  us  to  depend; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know, 

And  Jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  faving  truth  to  prove  : 
Shew  the  length,  and  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jefn's  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  fmners  fhow 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply 'd  : 
Only  Jefus  will  I  know. 

And  Jefus  crucify 'd  ! 

HYMN    CXLIV. 
I  II  7TTH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
V  V       Of  our  High  Prieft  above  j 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  n:clt  with  love. 


REJOICING.  Ijg 

!  2  Touch 'd  with  a  fyropathy  within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean., 
For  he  hath  felt  the  fame. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  fiefh, 

Poar'd  out  ftrong  cries  and  tears; 
And  in  his  meafure  feels  afreihi 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruifed  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneit  name. 

||  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 
His  mere;/  and  his  pow'r  ; 
We  mall  obtain  deli v 'ring  grace 
In  the  diiiremng  hour. 

H  Y  M  N    CXLV. 

1  TESUS  my  All,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
^J  He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  fee,  and  I'll  purfue 

The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banifhment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holinefs 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  fought, 
And  mourn'd  becaufe  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Becaufe  I  could  not  ceafe  from  fm. 


14-3  REJOICINC. 

4  The  more  I  ftrove  againft  its  pow'r, 
I  finn'd,  and  Humbled  but  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Come  hither,  foul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo  !  glad  I  come;  and  thou,  bleft  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  th:e,  whofe  I  am : 
Nothing  but  fin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  mail  I  receive. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  finners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  : 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  fay,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

HYMN    CXLVI. 

1  T^ATHER,  how  wide  thy  glories  mine, 
X.       How  high  thy  wonders  rife  ! 
Known  thro'  the  earth  by  thoufand  figns, 

By  thoufands  through  the  ikies. 
Thofe  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  fpeak  thy  fkill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  ev'ry  hour 

We  read  thy  patience  ftill. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  (lands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  mew  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 

Or  imprefs  of  thy  feet : 
But  when  we  view  thy  ftrange  defign 

To  fave  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compaffion  join 

In  their  divineft  forms. 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  gueis 


REJOICING.  I4T 

Which  cf  the  glories  brighteft  fhcne, 

The  juftice  or  the  grace. 
Nov/  the  full  glories  cf  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains, 
Bright  feraphs  learn  Immanoel's  name, 

And  try  their  choiceii  {trains. 

O  may  I  bear  fome  hurrihle  part 

In  that  immortal  fong  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  mail  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft, 

Who  fweetly  ail  agree 
To  fave  a  world  of  tinners  loil, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

H  Y  M  N    CXLVII. 

i    ~\  /TY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
jLVA     My  everlafr'ng  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
What  empty  things  are  all  the  Ikies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ? 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  ray  joys, 

There's  nothing  like  my  God. 
In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
"lis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 

If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  nieht. 
And  whiift  upon  my  reirlefs  bed 

Amongft  the  {hades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  (hews  his  head, 

"J  is  morning  with  my  foiaK 


142  REJOICING. 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  ray  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  poffeflbt  of  the  earth, 

And  call'd  the  (tars  my  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas, 

And  grafp  in  all  the  more, 
Grant  me  the  viiits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

HYMN    CXLVIII. 

i   f^  HILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
X_y   As  we  journey  let  us  fing  ; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praife, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways  ! 

e  We  are  trav'ling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happinefs  (hall  fee. 

3  O  ye  hanifh'd  feed!  be  glad, 
Chrift  our  advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  fave  cur  fleft  affames, 
Brother  to  our  fouls  becomes. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  (land 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 


PRAISE.  143 


Jefus  Chriil,  pur  Father's  fon, 
Bids  us  undifmay'd  go  on. 
5  Lord  !  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  flill  will  follow  thee  ! 


PRAISE. 
H  Y  M  N    CXLIX. 

What  fhall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praiie ! 

So  faithful  and  true,  fo  plenteous  in  grace! 
So  ffrong  to  deliver,  {o  good  to  redeem 
The  weakeft  believer  that  hangs  upon  him ! 

2  How  happy  the  man  whole  heart  is  kt  free, 
The  people  that  can  be  joyful  in  thee ! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  Hill  they  are  talking  of  Jefus's  grace. 

3  Their  dally  delight  fhall  be  in  thy  name, 
They  {hall  as  their  right  thy  righteoufnefs  claim: 
Thy  righteoufnefs  wearing,  and  cleans'd  by 

thy  blood, 
Bold  {hall  they  appear  in  the  prefence  of  God. 

4  For  thou  art  their  boail,  their  glory,  andpow'r; 
And  I  alfo  truft  to  fee  the  glad  hour, 

My  foul's  new  creation,  a  life  from  the  dead., 
The  day  of  falvation  that  lifts  up  my  head. 

5  For  Jefus  my  Lord  is  now  my  defence  ; 

I  trait  in  his  word,  none  plucks  me  from  thence ; 
Since  I  have  found  favour,  he  all  things  will  do: 
My  King  and  my  Saviour  fhall  make  me  anew. 


144-  PRAISE. 

6  Yes,  Lord,  I  (hall  fee  the  blifs  of  thine  own, 
Thy  fecret  to  me  (hall  foon  be  made  known: 
For  forrow  and  fadnefs  I  joy  ihail  receive, 
And  mare  in  the  gladnefs  of  all  that  believe. 

H  Y  M  N    CL. 

i    T'LL  praife  my  Maker  while  I've  breath, 
JL  .And  whea  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  ; 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  pall, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ifrael's  God ;  he  made  the  iky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  : 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  ieeure  ! 
He  faves  tn'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  ihail  find  his  promife  vain. 

3  The  Lord  pours  eye-fight  on  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  fainting  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  lab'ring  conference  peace, 
He  helps  the  itranger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

4  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  part, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lad, 

Or  immortality  endures. 


IP 


PRAISE.  iaf 

HYMN    CLI. 

RAISE  ye  the  Lord!  'tis  good  to  raife 
Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite, 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames  ; 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names; 
His  wifdom's  vail,  and  knows  no  bouni, 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd  I 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  (ky  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  hts  the  drops  ctefcerid  in  vain. 

4  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  fields  with'corn  ; 
The  beafts  with  food  irs  hands  fuppiy, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry/ 

5  What  is  the  creature's  (kill  or  force,' 
The  fprightiy  man,  or  warlike  horfe  f 

P'he  piercing  wit,  the  aftive  limb/ 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

6  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  light. 
He  views  his  children  with  delight! 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear  • 
And  looks,  and  loves  his  image  there.    ' 

H  Y  M  N    CLII. 

1    £-T°^  d°  thy  mercies  c]ofe  "*  round  i 
T  ,  A,    ?  or  ever  be  %  name  ador'd  I 
Dii? ^  ln  a^  ^ings  to  abound  : 
1  he  lervant  is  above  his  Lord f 
I 


14^  PRAISE. 

2  Inur'd  to  poverty  and  pain, 

A  fuff'ring  life  my  mailer  led  ; 
The  Son  of  God,  the  Son  of  Man, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head. 

3  Eur  lo  !  a  place  he  hath  prepar'd 

For  me,  whom  watchful  angels  keep  ;. 
Yea,  he  himfelf  becomes  my  guard  ; 

He  fmooths  my  bed,  and  gives  me  fieep. 

4  Jefus  prote&s  ;  my  fears  begone  ; 

What  can  the  P#ock  of  Ages  move  ? 
Safe  in  thy  arms  I  lay  m£  down, 
Thy  everlafting  arms  of  love. 

5  While  thou  art  intimately  nigh, 

Who,  who  (hall  violate  my  reft  ? 
Sin,  earth,  and  hell,  I  now  defy  ; 
I  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  brea!t. 

6  I  reft  beneath  th'  Almighty's  made, 

My  griefs  expire,  my  troubles  ceafe  ; 
Thou,  Lord,  on  whom  my  foul  is  (laid, 
Wilt  keep  me  Hill  in  perfect  peace. 

7  Me  for  thine  own  thou  lov'ft  to  take, 

In  time  and  in  eternity  : 
Thou  never,  never  wilt  forfake 
A  helplefs  worm  that  trulls  in  thee, 

HYMN    CLIII. 

1        /^V  GOD  of  all  grace, 

\_S   Thy  goodnefs  we  praife, 

Thy  Son  thou  haft  given  to  die  in  our  pla:?  : 
With  joy  we  approve 
The  defign  of  thy  love, 

'Tis  a  wonder  on  earth,  and  a  wonder  above. 


PRAISE.  I4| 

1      Tongue  cannot  explain 

The  lore  of  God-Man, 
Which  the  angels  defire  to  look  into  in  vain  % 

It  dazzles  our  eyes, 

Thought  cannot  arife, 
To  find  out  a  caufe  why  the  Infinite  dies. 

3  Or  if  pity  inclin'd 

Him  to  die  for  mankind, 
The  ground  of  his  pity  what  feraph  can  find  ! 

He  came  from  above 

Our  curfe  to  remove,  [love* 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  hecaufe  he  would 

4  Love  mov'd  him  to  die, 

And  on  this  we  rely,  [why  : 

He  hath  lov'd,  he  hath  lov'd  us,  we  cannot  tell 

But  this  we  can  tell, 

He  hath  loy'd  us  fo  well 
As-  to  lay  down  his  life  to  redeem  us  from  hell, 

5  He  hath  ranfom'd  our  race, 
O  how  fhall  we  praife, 

Or  worthily  fing  thy  unfpeakable  grace  ? 

Nothing  eife  will  we  know 

In  our  journey  below, 
Eat  finging  thy  grace,  to  thy  Paradife  go. 

6  Nay,  and  when  we  remove, 
To  the  manfions  above,. 

Our  heaven  mall  ftill  be  to  fing  of  thy  love  \ 

When  time  is  no  more, 

We  ftill  fnall  adore 
The  ocean  of  love,  without  bottom  or  ihore, 

I   2, 


I48  PRAISE. 

7       Ere  long  we  fnall  Hy 
To  the  regions  on  high, 

For  Ifrael's  ftrength  cannot  vary  or  lie: 
He  foon  fhall  appear, 
He  more  than  draws  near, 

Our  Jefus  is  come,  and  eternity's  here. 

HYMN    CLIV. 

1  73EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
.13      Ye  nations  bow  with  facred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  i^  God  alone, 

He  can  create,  and  he  deitroy. 

2  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ! 
And  when  like  Wand'ring  fheep  we  itray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We'll  croud  thv  gates  with  thankful  fongs. 

High  as  the  h-jav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  (land, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move. 

HYMN    CLV. 

1   r~pHE  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praife, 
X       In  concert  with  the  bleft, 
Who,  joyful  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  an  endlefs  r*fU 


PRAISE.  149 

2  Thus,  Lord,  while  we  remember  thee, 

We  bleft  and  pious  grow, 
By  hymns  of  praife  we  learn  to  be 
Triumphant  here  below. 

3  On  this  glad  day  a  brighter  fcene 

Of  glory  was  difplav'd 
By  Gcd,  th*  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  univerfe  was  made. 

4  He  rifes,  who  mankind  has  bought 

With  grief  and  pain  extreme  ; 
'Twas  great  to  (peak  the  world  from  nought, 
"Fwas  greater  to  redeem  ! 

HYMN    CLVI. 

I  QALVATION!  O  the  joyful  found, 
O     What  pleafure  to  our  ears  ! 
A  fov'reign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  honour,  praife,  and  ponvers 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  e*ver  ; 
Jefus  Chrijl  is  our  Redeemer  ! 
Hallelujah  !  praife  -  the  Lord. 
t  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  Iky 

Confpire  to  raife  the  found.      Glory,  ©& 
3  Salvation !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  thee  the  praife  belongs  : 
Salvation  fhall  infpire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues.     Glory,  &c, 

1  3 


ip  fRATSE. 

HYMN    CLVII. 

i    T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  Lies, 
JL     Let  the  Creator's  praife  ariie ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  he  fung, 
Thro*  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attendi  thy  word  ; 

praife  mall  found  from  Hi  ore  to  fhore, 
■ms  fhall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

2  Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals  bring, 
In  fongs  of  praie  divinely  fing  ; 
The  great  falvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  fliout  far  joy  the  Saviour's  name: 
In  ev'ry  land  begin  the  fong, 
To  ev'ry  land  the  ftrains  belong  ; 
In  cheerful  founds  all  vo'ces  raife, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudeit  praife. 

H  Y  M  N    CLVIII. 

1  /^OME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs 
V^y     With  angels  round  the  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thoufand  are  their  tongues. 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  hearts  reply, 
For  he  was  flain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine; 
And  blowings  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 


PRAISE.  l$t 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  blefs  the  facred  name 
Of  him  that  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb- 

H  Y  M  N     CLIX. 

1  f^  LORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
V_X  God  whofe  glory  fills  the  Iky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgi\  'n, 
Man,  the  well-belov'd  of  heav'n. 

2  So v 'reign  Father,  heav'nly  King, 
Thee  we  now  prefunie  to  fing, 
Glad  thine  attributes  confefs, 
Glorious  all  and  numberlefs. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  ador'd  ; 
Hail,  tlie  everlafring  Lord  ; 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
Lord  of  pow'r,  and  God  of  love ! 

4  Chrift  our  Lord  and  God  we  own  j 
Chriit,  the  Father's  only  Son  : 
Lamb  of  God  for  linners  llain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thou  : 
Jefu,  iri  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  fins  away. ' 

6  Pow'rful  Advocate  with  God, 
Juftify  us  by  thy  blood  ! 
Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  thorn 


7£2  PRAISE. 

ir,  for  thou,  0  Chrift.,  alone, 
V.  ith  thj    gJ  irious  Sire  art  one  ; 

One  t1      :   ■■]■.-  (  $oft  with  thee, 
One  Supreme,  eternal  Three. 

II  Y  M  N    CLX. 

i    "O^-AT^F.  ye  the  .Lore1,  y'  immortal  choirs, 
J7  us  above ; 

Praife  him  wh  i  forro'd  you  of  his.  fires, 
And  feed  h  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praife,  ye  cryit.il  ikies, 

i  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  (hades  your  thoufand  eyes, 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

3  Thou  reftlefe  globe  .of  golden  light, 

ims  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  Giver  queen  of  night, 
To  own  your  borrow 'd  rays. 

4  Winds,  ye  mall  bear  his  name  aloud 

Through  the  ethereal  blue, 
For  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  an  ■  hail,  and  fires  and  ftorms, 

1  he  troops  of  his  command, 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  fpeak  his  awful  hand. 

6  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  (urging  feas, 

In  your  eternal  roar ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  refound  his  praife, 
And  more  reply  to  more. 


PRAISE.  153 

7  While  mongers,  fporting  on  the  flood. 

In  fcaly  filver  inine, 
Speak  terribly  their  Maker,  God, 
And  lath  the  foaming  brine. 

8  But  gentler  things  (hall  tune  his  name 

To  fofter  notes  than  thefe, 
Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  ftream, 
Or  whifp'ring  thro'  the  trees. 

9  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 

To  him  that  bids  you  grow  ; 
Sweet  clufters  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  ev'ry  thankful  bough. 

10  Let  the  (brill  birds  his  honours  raife, 

And  climb  the  morning  iky ; 
While  grov'ling  beafls  attempt  his  praife 
In  hoarfer  harmony. 

1 1  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  fing, 

Ye  mortals  take  the  found, 

Echo  the  glories  of  your  King    ' 

Thro'  all  the  nations  round. 

II  Y  M  N    CLXI. 

1       r~pKE  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
JL       Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  3 
Ancient  of  everlaiting  days, 
And  God  cf  love ; 
JEHOVAH,  GREAT  I  AM! 
By  earth  and  heav'n  confeft  ; 
I  bow  and  blefs  the  facred  Name, 
For  ever  bleft. 


1 54-  PRAISE. 

2  The  Cod  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
At  whofe  fupfcerne  command 

From  earth  I  rife — and  feck,  the  j 
At  his  right-hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forfake, 
Jts  wifdom,  fame,  and  pow'r ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make. 
My  fhield  and  tow'r. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praife, 
Whofe  all-fufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 

In  all  my  ways  : 

He  calls  a  worm  his  friend ! 

He  calls  himleif  my  God! 

And  he  (hall  fave  me  to  the  end, 

Thro'  Jefu's  blood! 

4  He  by  himfelf  hath  fworn, 
I  on  his  oath  depend, 

I  (hall,  on  eagles'  wings  up-bornc9 
To  heav'n  afcend  : 
I  fhall  behold  his  face, 
1  ihall  his  pow'r  adore, 
And  fine  the  wonders  of  his  grace 
For  evermore. 

HYMN    CLXII. 

1  "IV  JTY  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
IVX     When  I  begin  thy  praife ; 

W  here  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  number  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore ; 


FRAISE.  I55 

Send  down  thy  grace,  O  blefTed  Lord, 

That  I  may  love  thee  more. 
My  feet  mail  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road  ; 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  flrength, 

To  fee  the  Lord  my  God. 
Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs, 

With  this  delightful  fong, 
And  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 


HYMN    CLXIII. 

THIS,  this  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  frien  d; 
Whofe  love  is  as  great  as  his  pow'r, 

And  neither  knows  meafure  nor  end. 
5Tis  jefus,  the  Firil  and  the  Laft, 

Whofe  Spirit  fnall  guide  us  fafe  home  ; 
We'll  praife  him  for  all  that  is  paft, 
And  trull  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

HYMN     CLXIV. 

WHEN  all  the  mercies  of  my  God, 
My  riling  foul  furveys, 
Why,  my  cold  heart,  art  thou  not  lol 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praife  r 

Thy  providence  my  life  fuftain'd, 

And  all  my  wants  redrefs'Vl, 
While  in  the  filent  womb  I  lay, 

And  hung-  uDon  the  brcalt. 
I  6 


I56  PRAISE. 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  lcarn'd 
To  form  themfelves  in  pray'r. 

4  Unrramber'd  comforts  on  my  foul 

Thy  tender  care  beltow'd, 
Before  my  infant-heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  thofe  comforts  flow'd* 

5  When  in  the  fl.ipp'ry  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedlefs  fteps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unfeen,  convey 'd  me  fafe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

6  Thro'  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
And  thro'  the  pteafing  fnares  of  vice, 
More  to  be  i'carVi  than  they. 

7  Thro'  ev'ry  period  of  my  lilc 

Thy  goodnefs  I'll  purfue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  dii'tant  worlds, 
The  pleafmg  theme  renew. 

$  Thro'  all  eternity  to  Thee 
A  grateful  fong  I'll  raife  ; 
But  O  !  eternity's  too  ihort 
To  utter  all  thy  praife. 

HYMN    CLXV. 

j       f~\  TKOU  God  of  my  falvation, 
V^/     My  Redeemer  from  all  fin, 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  companion, 
Yearning  bowels  from  within  ; 

I  will  praife  thee, 
Where  ihail  I  thy  praife  begin  ? 


PRAISE.  157 

While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying, 

Glory  to  the  great  I  AM  I 
I  with  them  would  Hill  be  vying, 

Glory,  glory  to  the  Lamb  ! 
O  how  precious 

Is  the  found  of  Jefu's  name  ! 

Now  I  fee,  with  joy  and  wonder, 
Whence  the  healing  fhreams  arofe, 

Angel-minds  are  loft  to  ponder 
Dying  love's  myfterious  caufe; 

Yet  the  bleffing 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 

Though  unfeen  I  love  the  Saviour, 
He  almighty  grace  hath  mown ; 

Pardon'd  guilt  and  purchas'd  favour! 
This  he  makes  to  mortals  known  ; 

Give  him  glory, 
Glory,  glory  is  his  own. 

Angels  now  are  hov'ring  round  us, 
Unperceiv'd  they  mix  the  throng, 

Wond'ring  at  the  love  that  crown'd  us, 
Glad  to  join  the  holy  fong  : 

Hallelujah, 
Love  and  praife  to  Chrift  belong. 


HYMN    CLXVI. 

OW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  fins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  net  my  place, 
I  feek  my  place  in  heaven ; 


■h 


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A  country  far  from  mortal  fight ; 

Yet,  O  !  by  faith  I  fee 
The  land  of  reft,  the  faints  delight, 

The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

2  Ow  hat  a  blelTed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  ftay, 
We  more  than  taite  the  heavenly  powers. 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  refurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Chrift  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  prefence  here 

Our  earthen  veff^ls  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bellow. 

And  let  the  veflel  break, 
And  let  our  ranfom'd  fpirits  go, 

To  grafp  the  God  wre  leek  : 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  fight  for  me, 
An^l  (hout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 


TRUSTING  in  PROVIDENCE. 
HYMN    CLXVII. 

PART   THE    FIRST. 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  fure  trull  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heav'n  commands  ; 
Who  points  the  clouds  their  courfe, 
Whom  winds  and  feas  obey, 
He  mail  direct  thy  wand'ring  feet, 
He  fr.all  prepare  thy  way. 


TRUSTINGJN  PROVIDENCE.  159 

Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  fafe  (halt  thou  go  on  ; 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  itedfaft  eye, 

So  mall  thy  work  be  done  : 

No  profit  canft  thou  gain 

By  felf-confuming  care, 
To  him  commend  thy  caufe,  his  ear 

Attends  the  fofteit.  pray'r. 

Thine  everlafting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceafelefs  love, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 

What  bell  for  each  will  prove ; 

And  whatfoe'er  thou  wiU'fr. 

Thou  doll,  O  King  of  kings ; 
What  thine  unerring  wifdom  chofe, 

Thy  pow'r  to  being  brings. 

Thou  ev'ry  where  haft  way, 

And  all  things  ferve  thy  might, 
Thy  ev'ry  act  pure  bieffing  is, 

Thy  path  unfully'd  light : 

When  thou  arifeft,  Lord, 

What  fhall  thy  work  withftand  ? 
When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  givlfcj 
I      Who,  who  friall  ftay  thine  hand  ? 

HYMN     CLXVIII. 

PART   THE   SECOND. 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undifmay'd, 
God  hears  thy  iighs,  and  counts  thy  tears, 
God  mall  lift  up  thy  head  ; 
1  hro'  waves,  and  clouds,  and  ilorms, 
He  gently  clears  the  way } 


l6o     TRUSTING  IN  PROVIDENCE. 

Wait  thou  his  time,  fo  mall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart, 
Still  fink  thy  fpirits  down  ; 

Caft  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 

And  ev'ry  care  begone. 

V\  hat  thos  thou  ruleft  not, 

Yet  heav  n,  and  earth,  and  hell, 
Proclaim  God  fitteth  on  the  throne, 

And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  his  fov 'reign  fway 
To  chufe'and  to  command, 

So  (halt  thou  wond'ring  own  his  way, 

How  wife,  how  ftrong-  his  hand  1 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counftl  fhall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 

That  caus'd  thy  needlefs  fear. 

4  Thou  feeft  our  weaknefs,  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee ; 

O  lift  thou  up  the  finking  hand, 

Confirm  the  feeble  knee : 

Let  us  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  ftedfaft  truth  declare, 
And  publifh,  with  our  lateft  breath, 

Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

HYMN    CLXIX. 

i    /^1  CD  of  my  life,  whefe  gracious  pow'r, 
VJJ"  Thro'  \  arious  deaths  my  foul  hath  led, 
Or  turn'd  afide  the  fatal  hour, 
Or  lifted  up  my  finking  head ! 


TRUSTING   IN  PROVIDENCE.  l6l 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 
Thy  ruling  providence  I  fee  ; 
Affift  me  ftill  my  courfe  to  run, 
And  ftill  direcl  my  paths  to  thee. 

5  Whither,  C  whither  mould  I  fly  ? 
But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breaft  ; 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  to  reft  ? 

4  I  have  no  fkill  the  fnare  to  fhun, 

But  thou,  O  Chriil !  my  wifdcm  art; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run  ; 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolifn,  and  impotent,  and  blind, 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  mv  heav  n  may  find, 
The  heav'n  of  loving  thee  alone. 

6  Enlarge  my  heart  to  make  thee  room  ; 

Enter,  and  in  me  ever  flay ; 
The  crocked  then  ftialt  ibaieht  become  : 
The  darknefs  fhall  be  loft  in  day  ! 

HYMN    CLXX. 

JEHOVAH-JIREH,   /.  e.  The  Lord  wiS 
provide ■,  Gen.  xxii.  14. 

1   r  I  "'HO*  troubles  afTail,  and  dangers  affright, 
X     Tho'  friends  fhould  ail  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite  ; 
Yet  one  thing  fecures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promife  allures  us,  The  Lord  will  provide, 


l6t  TRUSTING    IN   PROVI  D  F.  NC  F. 

2  The  birds  without  barn  and  ftorehoufr  are  fed; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trull  tor  our  br< 

Iiis  faints  what  is  lifting  fhall  ne'er  be  denv'd, 
So  long  as  its  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  (hips,  by  tempefts  be  toftj 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  loll ; 
Tho'  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  fcripture  engages.  The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old ; 

We  know  net  the  way,  but  Faith  makes  us  bold ; 
For  tho'  we  are  ftrahgers,  we  have  a  fure  guide, 
And  tr  uft  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  flop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith  : 
He  cannot  take  from  us,  (tho'  eft  he  has  try'd) 
ri  lie,  heart-cheering  promife,  The  Lord  will 

provide. 

6  Tie  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  feek,  we  ne'er  mall  obtain ; 
But  when  fuchfuggeftions  our  graces  have  try'd 
This  anfwers  all  queflions,    The  Lord  will 

provide. 

7  Noftrengthof  our  own,  nor  goodnefs  we  claim, , 
Cur  truft  is  all  thrown  on  Jefus's  name ; 

Jn  this  cur  ftrong  tower  for  fafety  we  hide ; 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  The  Lord  will  provide. , 

S  V1  hen  life  finks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  fhall  comfort  us  through ; 
Not  fearing  nor  doubting,  with  Chrift  on  qur 

fide, 
We  hope  to  die  fhouting,The  Lord  will  provide] 


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HYMN    CLXXI. 

1  rTpHE  Lord  my  paiture  fhall  prepare, 

X     And  feed  me  with  a  fhepherd's  care ; 
His  prefence  mall  my  wants  fupply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  : 
My  noon-day  walks  he  fhall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  fultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirity  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  Peeps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  foft  and  flow, 
Amid  the  verdant  lane  flip  flow. 

3  Tho'  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overfpread, 
My  ftedfaft  heart  fhall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  (till ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  fhall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  fhade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  1  ftray, 
Thy  bounty  fhall  my  pains  beguile ; 
The  barren  wildernefs  mall  fmile 

With  fudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  firearm  fhall  murmur  all  around. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXII. 

I  /^  OD  moves  in  a  myiterious  way, 
\JT     His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footiteps  in  the  fea, 
And  rides  upon  the  ftorm. 


l( )  I  TRUSTING    IN   PROVIDENCE, 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-tailing  ikill, 
He  trvafures  up  his  bright  defigns, 
And  works  his  fov 'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  faints,  frefh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  fo  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  mall  break 
In  bleflings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  fenfe, 

But  truft  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  irownmg  providence 
He  hides  a  fmiling  face. 

5  His  purpofes  will  ripen  faft, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  tafte, 
But  fweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  fore  to  err, 

And  fcan  his  work  in  vain: 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain, 

HYMN    CLXXIIL 

1  A    WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear, 

jL\  Fear  mail  in  me  no  more  have  place  j 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightnefs  of  his  face  : 
But  {hall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  bafely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  ftrength  of  Jefus,  no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  fhielcL 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 


TRUSTING  IN  PROVIDENCE.  I  6$ 

The  with'ring  fig-tree  drocp  and  die, 

The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  flail  no  herd  afford, 

And  perifh  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  falvation  praife. 
Barren  although  my  foul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  lin,  and  only  fin  is  here  ; 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  loft, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  offl  fee, 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trait, 

And  glory  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 
In  hope  believing  againft  hope, 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim, 
Jefus,  my  ftrength,  mail  lift  me  up, 

Salvation  is  in  Jem's  name  ; 
To  me  he  foon  mall  bring  it  nigh, 

My  foul  mail  then  out-ftrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  fin  behind. 


*s 


HYMN    CLXXIV. 

TILL  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord, 
I  in  thy  temple  wnit : 
I  look  to  find  thee  in  thy  word, 

Or  at  thy  table  meet. 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  ways 

I  wait  to  learn  thy  will: 
Silent  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 

And  hear  thee  fay,  "  Be  itill !" 


l65     TRUSTING  IN  PROVIDENCE. 

3  "  Be  ftill,  and  know  that  I  am  God!" 

' Tis  all  I  live  to  know ! 
To  feel  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 
And  fpread  its  praife  below  ! 

4  I  wait  my  vigour  to  renew, 

Thine  image  to  retrieve  : 
The  veil  of  outward  things  pafs  through. 
And  gafp  in  thee  to  live. 

5  I  work,  and  own  the  labour  vain, 

And  thus  from  works  I  cqjfe; 
I  it  rive  and  fee  my  fruitlefs  pain, 
Till  God  create  my  peace. 

6  Fruitlefs,  till  thou  thyfelf  impart, 

Muft  all  my  efforts  prove  : 
They  cannot  change  a  finful  heart, 

They  cannot  purehafe  love. 
*j  I  do  the  thing  thy  laws  enjoin, 

And  then  the  ftrife  give  o'er; 
To  thee  I  then  the  whole  refign, 

And  truft  in  means  no  more. 
S  I  truft  in  him  who  ftanrjs  between 

The  Father's  wrath  and  me  ; 
Jefu,  thou  great  eternal  Mean, 

I  look  for  all  from  thee. 


s 


H  Y  M  N    CLXXV. 

PART  THE    FIRST. 


r'C, 


And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  ftrength  which  God  fupplie»5 
Through  bis  etc 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hofts, 
And  in  his  mighty  pow'r, 


TRUSTING    IN   PROVIDENCE.  1 67 

Who  in  the  ftrength  of  Jefus  trufts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 
Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  ftrength  endu'd, 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 
That  having  ail  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  paft, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Chriil  alone, 
And  itar^entire  at  laft. 
Stand  then  againft  your  foes, 
In  ciofe  and  firm  array, 
Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppofe 
Throughout  the  evil  day  ; 
But  meet  the  fons  of  night, 
But  mock  their  vain  deiign, 
Arm'd  in  the  arms  of  heav'nly  light, 
Gf  rip-hteoufnefs  divine. 

o 

Leave  no  unguarded  place, 
No  vveaknefs  of  the  foul ; 
Take  ev'ry  virtue,  ev'ry  grace,  „ 
And  fortify  the  whole  ; 
Indiilblubiy  join'd, 
To  battle  all  proceed  ; 
But  arm  yourfeives  with  all  the  mind 
That  was  in  Chrift  you|  head. 

HYMN    CLXXVI. 

PART   THE    SECOND, 

BUT  above  all,  lay  hold' 
On  faith's  vi&orious  MeH, 
Arm'd  with  that  adamant  and  gold., 
You're  fure  to  win  the  field  ; 


l63  TRUSTING   IN   PROVIDENCE. 

If  faith  farround  your  heart, 
Satan  fhall  be  fubdu'd, 
Repell'd  his  ev'ry  fiery  dart, 

And  quench'd  with  JeiYs  blood. 

2  Jefus  hath  dy'd  for  you  ! 

What  can  his  love  withftand  ? 
Believe  !  hold  fait,  your  Pnield,  and  who 

Shall  pluck  you  from  his  hand  r 
Believe  that  Jefus  reigns, 

All  pow'r  to  him  is  giv'n  : 
Believe,  till  freed  from  fin's  remains, 

Believe  yourfelves  to  heav'n  ! 

3  To  keep  your  armour  bright, 

Attend  with  conftant  care  ; 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  fight, 

And  watching  unto  pray'r. 
Ready  for  all  alarms, 

Stedfaitly  let  your  face, 
And  always  exercife  your  arms, 

And  ufe  your  ev'ry  grace. 

4  Pray  !  without  ceafmg  pray, 

(Your  Captain  gives  the  word) 
Kis  iummons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord  : 
To  God  your  ev'ry  want 
In  inflant  pray'r  difplay  ; 
Pray!  always  pray,  ani  never  faint : 
Pray  !  without  ceafing,  pray. 


TRUSTING   IN  PROVIDENCE.  \&<y 

HYMN    CLXXVII. 

Seek  ye  the  kingdom  of  G;d,  and  all  thefe  things 
Jhall  be  added.     Luke  xii.  31. 

1  "DE  ACE,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not  fear, 
jL     Thy  great  provider  (till  is  near ; 

Who  fed  thee  kit,  will  feed  thee  ftill, 
Be  calm,  and  fink  into  his  will. 

2  The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  fky, 
In  mercy  ftoops  to  hear  thy  cry ; 

His  promife  all  may  freely  claim, 
V  Aik  and  receive  in  Jefu's  name." 

3  His  (lores  are  open  all  and  free, 
To  fuch  as  truly  upright  be  ; 
"Water  and  bread  he'll  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  elfe  which  he  fees  good, 

4  *¥x>ur  facred  hairs  which  are  fo  frnall, 
Bv^jod  himfelf  are  number'd  all : 
This  truth  he's  pubiifh'd  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  truft  the  Lord. 

5  The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed,     - 

And  fends  them  food  as  they  have  need, 
Altho'  they  nothing  have  in  (tore, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  mere. 

6  Then  do  not  feek  with  anxious  care, 
What  ye  ftiall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear  : 
Your  heav'nly  Father  will  you  feed, 

He  knows  that  all  thefe  things  you  need. 

7  Without  referve,  give  Chrift  yourt  heart  j 
Let  him  his  righteoufnefs  impart ; 
Then  all  things  eife  he'll  freely  give, 
With  him  you  all  things  mall  receive, 

K 


Thus  man  the  foul  be  truly  bleft\, 
That  fecks  in  God  his  only  reft: 
May  I  that  happy  perfon  be, 
In  time,  and  in  eternity  ! 


SUFFERING. 

HYMN    CLXXVUI. 

1  /^OME  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs, 
V-^  My  comrades  through  the  wildernefs, 

Who  ftill  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
.And  look  beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

To  that  celeilial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  fpace 
Look  forward  to  that  heav'nly  place, 

The  faint's  fecure  abode  : 
On  faith's  ftrong  eagle-pinions  rife, 
And  force  your  paffage  to  the  Ikies, 

And  fcale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  fufTer  with  our  Mafter  here, 
We  mail  before  his  face  appear, 

And  by  his  fide  fit  down  ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  fure, 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  crofs,  mall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  bleffed  blifs,  infpiring  hope  ; 
It  lifts  the  fainting  fpirits  up, 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead ! 
Our  conflicts  here  mall  foon  be  pair, 
And  you  and  I  afcend  at  laft, 

Triumphant  with  cur  Head, 


SUFFERING.  ,'171 

£  That  great  myfterious  Deity 
We  foon  with  open  face  fnall  fee  ; 

The  beatific  fight 
Shall  fill  the  heavily  courts  with  praiie. 
And  wide  difFufe  the  golden  blaze 
Of  eyerlafting  light. 

6  The  Father  mining  on  his  throne. 
The  glorious  co-eternal  Son, 

The  fpirit,  one  and  iev'n, 
Confpire  our  rapture  to  complete ; 
And  lo  !  we  fail  before  his  feet, 

And  fiknce  heightens  heav  n. 

7  In  hope  of  that  extatie  paufe, 
Jefu,  we  now  fuilain  thy  crofs, 

And  at  thy  footftool  fall, 
Till  thou  our  hidden  life  reveal, 
Till  thou  our  ravifh'd  fpirits  nil, 

And  God  is  ail  in  all. 

HYMN    CLXXIX. 

1  A    ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
JTjl.     And  let  it  faint  or  die, 

My  foul  (hall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
And  foar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 

Shall  join  the  difembody'd  faints, 
And  find  its  long-fought  reft, 

That  only  blifs  for  which  it  pants 
In  the  Redeemer's  bread. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 

I  now  the  crofs  fuilain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  fmile  at  toil  and  pain. 
K  2 


lfZ  SUFFERING. 

I  fufFer  on  my  threescore  years 

Till  my  Deli\  ;rer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  fervant's  tears. 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O  v  hat  hath  Jefus  bought  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravifh'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  fee, 

And  trees  of  Daradife  ! 
I  fee  a  world  of  Spirits  bright, 

Who'tafte  the  pleasures  there! 
They  all  are  roVd  in  fpotlefs  white. 

And  conqii'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O  what  are  all  my  fufFrings  here, 

If,  Lord,   thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptur'd  holt  t'  appear, 

And  worlhip  at  thy  feet. 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  eafe  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
Eut  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXX. 

j    TJ  APPY  foul,  thy  days  are  ended  ; 
Jl~L      All  thy  mourning  days  below; 
Go  by  angel-guards  attended, 
To  the  light  of  jefus  go. 

2  Waiting  to  receive  thy  Spirit, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  Hands  above, 
Shews  the  purchafe  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love, 


SUFFERING.  IJ3 

3  Struggle  through  thy  lateft  paffion, 

To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breaft, 
To  his  uttermofl  falvation, 
To  his  everlafting  reft : 

4  For  the.  joy  he  fets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain, 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory, 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign, 

HYMN    CLXXXI. 

1  T  TEAD  of  the  church  triumphant* 
JTX  We  joyfully  adore  thee, 

Till  thou  appear, 

Thy  members  here 
Shall  ling  like  thofe  in  glory. 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices, 
With  bleft  anticipation ; 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God 
The  praife  of  our  falvation. 

2  While  in  afHi&ion's  furnace, 
And  pafiing  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praife, 

Which  knows  no  days, 
And  ever  brings  us  nigher  ; 
We  clap  our  hands  exulting 
In  thine  almighty  favour; 

The  love  divine, 

Which  made  us  thine, 
Shall  keep  us  thine  for  ever, 
K  3 


174  FUNERAL. 

3  Thou  deft  conduct  thy  people, 
Through  torrents  of  temptation : 

Nor  will  we  fear, 
While  thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation  : 
The  world,  with  fin  and  Satan, 
In  vain  our  march  oppofes ; 
By  thee  we  (hall, 
Break  thro'  them  all, 
And  fmg  the  fong  of  Mofes. 

4  By  faith  we  fee  the  glory 

1  o  which  thou  (halt  reftore  us, 
The  crofs  defpife 
For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  haft  fet  before  us : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 
Shall  fee  thee  ftand 
At  God's  right-hand, 
To  take  us  up  to  heav'n, 


FUNERAL. 
H  Y  M  N    CLXXXII. 

AH  lovely  appearance  of  death, 
What  fight  upon  earth  is  fo  fair  ? 
Not  a'l  the  gav  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dean  body  compare  : 
With  fclemn  delight  I  furvey 

The  corpfe,  when  the  fpirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 
And  longing  to  lie  in  its  Head, 


FUNERAL.  I?£ 

2  How  blell  Is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  j 
How  eafy  the  foul  that  has  left 

This  wearifome  body  behind ! 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whofe  relics  with  envy  I  fee, 
No  longer  in  mifery  now, 

No  longer  a  iinner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 

With  ficknefs,  or  fnaken  with  pain, 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 

And  never  (hall  vex  him  again  : 
No  anger  henceforward,  or  fhame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  ; 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  paiiion  is  vanifh'd  away. 

4  This  languifhing  head  is  at  reft, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er ; 
This  quiet  immoveable  bread 

Is  heav'd  by  afuicliion  no  more~: 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  feat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain ; 
It  ceafes  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  mall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  fo  feldom  could  clofe, 

By  forrow  forbidden  to  fleep, 
Seal'd  up'  in  eternal  repofe, 

Have  ftrangely  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  fupplies ; 

1  hefe  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  thefe  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  mall  fee. 


I76  FUNERAL. 

6  To  mourn  anJ  to  fufter  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prifon  I  breathe, 
And  itill  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  prefs  to  the  iffues  of  death  : 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become ! 
My  fpirit  created  anew, 

My  fleih  be  confign'd  to  the  tomb  ! 

HYMN    CLXXXIII. 

1  "O  EJOICE  for  a  brother  deceas'd, 
Xv     Our  lofs  is  his  infinite  gain ; 
A  foul  out  of  prifon  releas'd, 

And  freed  from  its  bodily  chain  ; 
With  fongs  let  us  follow  his  flight, 
»      And  mount  with  his  fpirit  above, 
Efcap'd  to  the  manfions  of  light, 

And  ledg'd  in  the  Eden  of  love. 

2  Our  brother  the  haven  hath  gain'd, 

Out-flying  the  tempeft  and  wind  ; 
His  reft  he  hath  fooner  obtain  d, 

And  left  his  companions  behind ; 
Still  tofs'd  on  a  fea  of  diftrefs, 

Hard  toiling  to  make  the  bleft  more, 
Where  all  is  aflurance  and  peace, 

And  forrow  and  fin  are  no  more. 

3  There  all  the  fhip's  company  meet, 

Who  fail'd  with  the  Saviour  beneath, 
W7ith  ihouting  each  other  they  greet, 

And  triumph  o'er  trouble  and  death  : 
The  voyage  of  life's  at  an  end, 

The  mortal  affliction  is  paft, 
The  age,  that  in  heaven  they  fpend^ 

For  ever  and  ever  mall  laft. 


FUNERAL.  I77 

H  Y  M  N    CLXXXIV, 

}r  I  'IS.  fmifn'd,  'tis  done! 

JL       The  fpirit  is  fled, 
The  prisoner  is  gone, 

The  chriinan  Is  dead  : 
The  chriilian  is  living 

Thro'  Jefus's  love, 
And  gladly  receiving 

A  kingdom  above. 
All  honour  and  praife 

Are  Jefus's  due ; 
Supported  by  grace, 

He  fought  his  way  through, 
Triumphantly  glorious, 

Thro5  Jefus's  zeal, 
And  more  than  victorious 

O'er  fin,  death,  and  hell. 

Then  let  us  record 

The  conquering  name, 
Our  Captain  and  Lord 

With  fnoutings  proclaim  ;     - 
Who  truft  in  his  paifion, 

And  follow  our  Head, 
To  certain  falvation 

We  all  mall  be  led. 
O  Jefus,  lead  on 

Thy  militant  care, 
And  give  us  the  crown 

Of  righteoufnefs  there ; 
Where  dazzled  with  glory, 

The  feraphihi  gaze, 
Or  pro  ft  rate  adore  thee 

In  filence  of  praife. 


I78  FUNERAL. 

5       Come,  Lord,  and  difphy 

Thy  fign  in  the  Iky, 
And  hear  us  away,  * 

To  the  manfions  on  high  : 
The  kingdom  be  given, 

The  purchafe  divine, 
And  crown  us  in  heaven, 

Eternally  thine. 

HYMN    CLXXXV. 

1  TT  OS  ANN  AH  to  Jefus  on  high ! 
-I  JL      Another  has  enter'd  his  reft, 
Another  is  'fcap'd  to  the  fky, 

And  lods;'d  in  Immanuel's  breaft  : 
The  foul  of  our  filter  is  gone 

To  heighten  the  triumph  above, 
Exalted  to  Jefus's  throne, 

And  clafp'd  in  the  arms  of  his  love. 

2  What  fuln^fs  of  rapture  is  there, 

While  Jefus  his  glory  difplays, 
And  purples  the  heavenly  air, 

And  fcatters  the  odours  of  grace  ? 
He  looks — and  his  fervants  in  light 

The  blefling  ineffable  meet ; 
He  fmiles — and  they  faint  at  his  fight, 

And  fall  overwhelm 'd  at  his  feet. 

3  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall, 

Tranfported  at  Jefus's  name  ; 
The  faints  whom  he  fooneft  fhall  call 
To  mare  in  the  feaft  of  the.  Lamb ! 


FUNERAL.  I79 

No  longer  imprifon'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  his  dungeon  fhall  fly, 

Who  iirit  fhall  be  fummon'd  away — 
My  merciful  God — Is  it  I  ? 

O  Jefus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

That  fuddenly  I  mould  depart, 
Thy  counfel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  whifper  the  call  to  my  heart : 
O  give  me  a  fignal  to  know, 

If  foon  thou  wouldft  have  me  remove. 
And  leave  the  dull  body  below, 

And  fly  to  the  regions  of  love. 

HYMN    CLXXXVI. 

HAPPY  who  in  Jefus  live, 
But  happier  ftill  are  they 
W7ho  to  God  their  fpirits  give, 
And  'fcape  from  earth  away  : 
Lord,  thou  read'ft  the  panting  heart, 
Lord,  thou  hear'ft  the  praying  ugh  ; 
O  'tis  bitter  to  depart, 
*Tis  better  far  to  die. 

Yet  if  fo  thy  will  ordain 

For  our  companions'  good, 
Let  us  in  the  fiefh  remain, 

And  meekly  bear  the  load. 
When  we  have  our  grief  fill'd  up, 

When  we  all  our  works  have  done.. 
Late  partakers  of  our  hope, 

And  fhareri  of  thy  throne, 


f  ?Q      For  ?  E  P.  S  O  N  S  A///'  d  in  F  E  L  L  O  W  S  H I  P« 

3  To  thy  wife  and  gracious  will 

We  quietly  fubmit, 
Waitiftg  for  redemption  ftill, 

But  waiting  at  thy  feet : 
When  thou  wilt  the  blefiing  give, 

Call  us  up  thy  face  to  fee, 
Only  let  thy  fervants  live* 

And  let  us  die  to  thes. 


For  PERSONS  joinedin  FELLOWSHIP. 
H  Y  M  N    CLXXXVII. 

1  /^OME  away  to  the  Odes, 
\^y  My  beloved  ari-fe, 

And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wad  born  : 

Oil  this  feftival  d 

Come  exulting  aw 
And  with  finging  to  oion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love 
And  treafure  above, 

Tho'  our  bodies  continue  below  : 

The  redeem'd  of  the  Lord, 

We  remember  his  word, 
And  with  finging  to  Paradife  go. 

3  With  finging  we  praife 
The  original  grace, 

By  oar  heavenly  Father  beftow'd  ; 

Our  being  receive 

From  his  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honour  and  glory  of  God. 


For  Pers on s j 'owed in  Fellowship,     iSi 

For  thy  glory  we  are 

Created  to  (hare 
Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine  ; 

Created  again, 

That  our  fouls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

With  thanks  we  approve 

The  deiign  of  thy  love, 
Which  hath  join'd  us  in  Jefus's  name  % 

So  united  in  heart, 

That  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feaft  of  the  Lamb, 

There,  there  at  his  feet, 

We  mall  fuddenly  meet, 
And  be  parted  in  body  no  more ! 

We  fhall  fing  to  our  lyres, 

With  the  heavenly  choirs, 
And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 

Hallelujah  we  fing, 

To  our  Father  and  King, 
And  his  rapturous  praifes  repeat, 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

Hallelujah  again, 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet  I 

In  aflu ranee  of  hope, 
•  We  to  Jefus  look  up. 
Till  his  banner  unfurFd  in  the  air  ; 

From  our  graves  we  mail  fee, 

And  cry  out,  "  It  is  he," 
And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there, 
L 


l2z      f^r  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship, 

HYMN    CLXXXVin. 

£  jMOME,  let  us  anew 

V_-/  Our  journey  purfue, 

With  vigour  arifc, 
And  prefs  to  our  permanent  place  in  the  flue 

Of  heavenly  birth, 

Tho'  wand'ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  grangers  and  pilgrims  ourfelves  weconfefs 
%  At  Jefus's  call, 

We  give  up  our  All ; 

And  ftill  we  forego, 
For  Jefus's  fake,  cur  enjoyments  below: 

No  longing  we  rind 

For  the  country  behind; 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  ftill  we  are  feeking  a  country  above. 
3  A  country  of  joy 

Without  any  alloy, 

We  thither  repair, 
Our  heart  and  our  treafure  already  zxz  there. 

We  march  hand  in  hand 

To  Immanuel's  land; 

Ko  matter  what  cheer 
Wc  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near  ! 

4.  The  rougher  cur  way, 

The  fhorter  our  ftay  ; 
The  tempers  that  rife 
Shall  glorioufly  hurry  cur  fouls  to  the  Ikies: 
The  fiercer  the  blair, 
The  fobner  'tis  paft  ; 
The  troubles  that  come, 
Sfcgll  come  to  our  refcue,  and  hallen  us  home 


For  ? ersons  joined  w Fellowship.    183 
HYMN    CLXXXIX. 

COME,  let  us  afcend, 
My  companion  and  friend, 
To  a  taite  of  the  banquet  above ! 

If  thy  heart  be  as  mine, 
If  for  Jefus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

Who  in  Jefus  confide, 

We  are  bold  to  outride 
The  ftorm  of  affliction  beneath  ! 

With  the  prophet  we  foar 

To  the  heavenly  more, 
And  out-fly  all  the  arrows  of  death. 

By  faich  we  ?r.  come 

To  our  perm:  nent  home  : 
By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve  5 

By  love  we  full  rife, 

And  look  down  on  the  Ikies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 

Who  on  earth  can  conceive 

How  happy  we  live 
In  the  palace  of  God,  the  great  King  ? 

What  a  concert  of  praife, 

When  our  Jefus's  grace 
The  whole  heavenly  company  fing  ? 

What  a  rapturous  fong, 

When  the  glorify'd  throng 
In  the  fpirit  of  harmony  join  ? 

Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 

Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres, 
And  the  burden  is  mercy  divjjRS* 
L  2 


184    For  P £Rso ns  joined  in  Fellowship, 

6  Hallelujah  they  cry 

To  the  King  of  the  Iky, 
To  the  great  everlafting  I  AM ; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  flain, 

And  liveth  again, 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

7  The  Lamb  on  the  throne, 
Lo  !  he  dwells  wi  h  his  own, 

And  to  rivers  of  pleafure  he  leads : 

With  his  mercy's  full  blaze, 

With  the  light  of  his  face, 
Our  beatify 'd  fpirits  he  feeds. 
$       Our  foreheads  proclaim 

His  ineffable  name  ; 
Our  bodies  his  glory  dlfplay  : 

A  day  without  night 

We  feaft  in  his  fight, 
And  eternity  feems  as  a  day ! 

HYMN    CXC. 

1  TESU,  great  Shepherd  of  the  (heep, 

To  thee  for  help  we  fly  : 
Thy  little  flock  in  fafety  keep ! 
For  O  the  wolf  is  nigh  ! 

2  He  comes,  of  hellifh  malice  full, 

To  fcatter,  tear,  and  flay : 
He  feizes  ev'ry  ftraggling  foul, 
As  his  own  lawful  prey. 

3  Us  into  thy  protection  take, 

And  gather  with  thy  arm  ! 

Unlefs  the  fold  we  firft  forfake, 

The  wolf  can  never  harm. 


Tor  Pe rsons  joined  in  Fellowship.     iS 

4  We  laugh  to  fcorn  his  cruel  pow'r, 

White  by  our  Shepherd's  fide  : 
The  (heep  he  never  can  devour, 
Unlefs  he  firft  divide. 

5  O  do  not  furrer  him  to  part 

The  fouis  that  here  agree  ! 
But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  one  in  thee  ! 

6  Together  let  us  fweetly  live  ! 

Together  let  us  die  ! 
And  each  a  ftarry  crown  receive, 
And  reign  above  the  fey. 

HYMN    CXCI. 

1  r~|",R Y  us,  O  God,  and  fcarch  the  ground 

A       Of  ev'ry  fmful  heart ; 
Whate'er  of  fin  in  us  is  found, 
O  bid  it  all  depart ! 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  ftray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortlefs  ; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlafting  peace. 

3  Help  u?  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 

Each  other's  crofs  to  bear  : 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  ether  up, 

Our  little  ftock  improve; 
Increafe  our  faith,  cosfirm  our  hope^ 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 
L3 


1 86  For Veksoss  joined iM  Fellowship. 

5  Up  into  thee,  our  living  Head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hall  made  us  free  indeed, 
And  fpotlefs  here  below. 

6  Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought^ 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
Give  as  in  heaven  a  hapoy  lot 
With  all  the  fanclify'd. 

HYMN    CXCII. 

i  HPHOU  God  of  truth  and  love, 
A     We  feek  thy  perfect  way, 
Ready  thy  choice  t'  approve, 

Thy  providence  t'  obey, 
Enter  into  thy  wife  defign, 
And  fwcetly  lofe  our  will  in  thine# 

2  Why  had  thou  caft  our  lot 

In  the  fame  age  and  place  ? 
And  why  together  brought 

To  fee  each  other's  face  ; 
To  join  with  fofteft  fvmpathy, 
And  mix  our  friendly  fouls  in  thee  ? 

3  Didft  thou  not  make  us  one, 

That  we  might  one  remain, 
Together  travel  on, 

And  bear  each  other's  pain, 
Till  all  thy  utmoft  goodnefs  prove, 
And  rife  renew'd  in  perfect  love  ? 

4  Surely  thcu  didft  unite 

Our  kindred  fpirits  here, 
That  all  hereafter  might 
Before  thy  throne  appear; 


Iw  Persons  joined  hi  Fellowship.   ilTj? 

Meet  at  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb, 
And  all  thy  glorious  love  proclaim. 
Then  let  us  ever  bear 

The  bleffed  end  in  view, 
And  join  with  mutual  care, 

To  fight  our  paiTage  through ; 
And  kindly  help  each  other  on, 
Till  all  receive  the  Harry  crowa. 
O  may  thy  Spirit  feal 

Our  fouls  unto  that  day ! 
With  all  thy  fulnefs  fill, 

And  then  tranfport  away! 
Away  to  our  eternal  reft, 
Away  to  our  Redeemer's  bread  I 

H  Y  M  N    CXCIIL 

FATHER  of  cur  dying  Lord, 
Remember  us  for  good, 
O  fulfil  his  faithful  word, 

And  hear  his  fpeaking  blood  ! 
Give  us  that  for  which  he  prays  ;  - 

Father,  glorify  thy  Son  ; 
Shew  his  truth,  and  pow'r,  and  grace? 

And  fend  the  promife  down. 
True  and  faithful  Witnefs,  thou, 

O  Chrift,  the  Spirit  give  ! 
Haft  thou  not  receiv'd  him  now, 

That  we  might  now  receive  ? 
Art  thou  not  cur  living  Head  ? 

Life  to  all  thy  limbs  impart : 
Shed  thy  love,  thy  Spirit  (Tied., 

la  ev'ry  waiting  heart. 
L4 


388     For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

3  Holy  Ghoft,  the  Comforter, 

The  gift  of  Jefus,  come  : 
Glows  our  heart  to  find  thee  near, 

And  fwells  to  make  thee  room ; 
Prefent  with  us  thee  we  feel, 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be  ! 
With  us,  in  us,  live  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 

PI  Y  M  N    CXCIV. 


i     TESU,  Lord,  \ 
I    Let  us' in  thy 


we  look  to  thee, 
name  agree ; 
Shew  thyfelf  the  Prince  of  Peace  : 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  ceafe. 


2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Ev'rv  Mumbling-block  remove  : 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear, 
Come  and  ipread  thy  banner  here ! 

3  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind  ; 
Lov.Jv,  mfeek  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4  Let  us  each  for  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear ; 
To  thy  chiirch  the  pattern  give, 
Shew  how  true  believers  live. 

$  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 
All  the  depths  of  love  exprefs, 
All  the  heights  of  holinefs  i 


for Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.   189 

6  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above  : 
On  die  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
Shew  how  true  believers  die. 

HYMN    CXCV, 

I     TESU,  united  by  thy  grace, 
1    And  each  to  each  endear'd, 
With  confidence  we  feek  thy  face, 
And  know  our  pray'r  is  heard. 
%  Still  let  us  own  our  common  Lord, 
And  bear  thine  eafy  yoke, 
A  band  of  love,  a  threerfold  cord, 
Which  never  can  be  broke. 

3  Make  us  into  one  fpirit  drink ; 

Baptize  into  thy  name  ; 
And  let  us  always  kindly  think. 
And  fweetly  fpeak  the  fame. 

4  Touched  by  the  loadftone  of  thy  love, 

Let  all  oar  hearts  agree  ; 
And  ever  tow'rds  each  other  move. 
And  ever  move  tow'rds  thee. 
I  To  thee  infeparably  join'd, 
Let  ail  our  fpirits  cleave  ; 
O  may  we  all  the  loving  mind 
That  was  in  thee  receive  ! 

5  This  is  the  bond  of  perfe&nefs, 

Thy  fpotlefs  charity ; 
O  let  us  Hill,  we  pray,  poiTefs, 
The  mind  that  was  in  thee ! 


190     For  Persons  _/#>#///«  Fellowships 

j  Grant  this,  and  then  from  all  below 
Infenfibly  remove ; 
Our  fouls  their  change  ihall  fcarcely  know, 
Made  perfect  firft  in  love. 

S  With  eafe  our  fouls  thro'  death  fhall  glide, 
Into  their  paradife  ; 
And  thence  on  wings  cf  angels  ride 
Triumphant  through  the  (kies. 

9  Yet  when  the  fullelt  joy  is  giv'n, 
The  fame  delight  we  prove, 
In  earth,  in  paradife,  in  heav'n, 
Our  All  in  All  is  love. 

HYMN    CXCVL 

PART  THE    FIRST. 

j   /^OME,  and  let  us  fweetly  join, 
V^>  Chriit  to  praife  in  hymns  divine  I 
Give  we  all,  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 
Hands,  and  hearts,  and  voices  raife  : 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days; 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  the  feafr.  of  love. 

2  Strive  we,  in  affection  drive  : 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive ; 
Such  as  in  the  martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God  : 
We  like  them  may  live  and  love  ; 
Call'd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove  ; 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath; 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 


For  Veksotss  Joi%ed'm  Fellowship,     ig* 

3  Sing  we  then  in  Jefu's  name, 
Now  as  yefterday  the  fame ; 
One  in  ev'ry  time  and  place, 
Full  for  all  of  troth  and  grace  : 
We  for  Chrift  our  mailer  ftand„ 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  ; 

We  our  dying  Lord  confefs; 
We  are  Jefu's  witneffes. 

4  Witneffes  that  Chrift  hath  dy'd; 
We  with  him  are  crucify 'd : 
Chrift  hath  burft  the  bands  of  death  : 
We  his  quickening  Spirit  breathe ; 
Chrift  is  now  gone  up  on  high ; 
Thither  all  our  wifhes  fly  : 

Sits  at  God's  right-hand  above  ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love, 

H  Y  M  N    CXCVII. 

PART   THE   SECOND. 

r  /"^OME,  thou  high  and  lofty  Lord : 

\~s  Lowly,  meek,  incarnate  word : 

Humbly  ftoop  to  earth  again ; 

Come,  and  vifit  abjecl  man ! 

Jefu,  dear  expected  gueft, 

Thou  art  bidden  to  the  feaft : 

For  thyfelf  our  hearts  prepare  ! 

Come,  and  fit,  and  banquet  there! 
2  Jefu,  we  thy  promife  claim  : 

We  are  met  in  thy  great  name  ; 

In  the  midft  do  thou  appear, 

Manifeft  thy  prefence  here  1 
L  6 


192  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

Santtify  us,  Lord,  and  blefs ! 
Breathe  thy  Spirit,  give  thy  peace : 
Thou  thyfelf  within  us  move  ; 
Make  cur  icafl  a  feaft  of  love. 

3  Let  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Let  in  us  thy  bowels  found  ; 
Faith,  and  love,  and  joy  iacreafe, 
Temperance  and  gentle nefs  ; 
Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind  : 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 

Full  of  goodnefs,  full  of  thee. 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete  : 
Make  us  ail  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  fight, 
Partners  with  the  faints  in  light : 
Call,  O  call  us  each  by  name  ! 
To  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb : 
Let  us  lean  upon  thy  brealt ! 
Love  be  there  our  endlefs  feaft ! 

HYMN    CXCVIII. 

1  /^OME  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine, 
V^>  And  all  with  one  accord, 

In  a  perpetual  covenant  join 
Ourfeives  to  Chrift  the  Lord : 

2  Give  up  ourfeives  through  Jem's  pow'r, 

His  name  to  gk/rify, 
And  promife  in  diis  facred  hour, 
For  God  to  live  and  die. 

3  The  cov'nant  we  this  moment  make 

J3e  ever  kept  in  mind ; 


For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship,  193 

We  will  no  more  our  God  forfake, 
Or  call  his  words  behind. 

4  We  never  will  throw  off  his  fear, 

Who  hears  our  folemn  vow ; 
And  if  thou  art  well  pleas' d  to  hear. 
Come  down  and  meet  us  now. 

5  Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Gholr^ 

Let  all  our  hearts  receive  ! 
Prefent  with  the  celeltial  holt, 
The  peaceful  anfwer  give  ! 

6  To  each  the  cov'nant-blood  apply, 

Which  takes  our  fins  away  ; 
And  regiiter  our  names  on  high, 
And  keep  us  to  that  day. 

HYMN    CXCIX. 
On  admitting  a  New  Member. 

1  T>  ROTHER  in  Chrift,  and  well-belov'd, 
J3  To  Jefus  and  his  fervants  dear, 
Enter,  and  mew  thyfelf  approved  ; 

Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here. 

2  'Scap'd  from  the  world,  redeem'd  from  fin, 

By.  fiends  purfu'd,  by  men  abhorrd, 
Come  in,  poor  fugitive  come  in, 
And  (hare  the  portion  of  thy  Lord. 

3  Welcome  from  earth  ! — lo,    the  right  hand 

Of  fellow fnip  to  thee  we  give  ! 

With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  Hand, 

And  thee  in  jefu's  name  receive. 


194     F°r  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship. 

4  Say,  is  thy  heart  refolv'd  as  ours  ? 

Then  let  it  burn  with  faered  love  ; 
Then  let  it  tafte  the  heav'nly  pow'rs  ; 
Partaker  of  the  joys  above. 

5  Jefu,  attend,  thyfelf  reveal ! 

Are  we  not  met  in  thy  great  name  ? 
Thee  in  the  midft  we  wait  to  feel, 

We  wait  to  catch  the  fpreading  flame. 

6  Thou  God,  that  anfvvereft  by  fire, 

The  Spirit  of  burning  now  impart, 
And  let  the  flames  of  pure  defire 
Rife  from  the  altar  of  our  heart. 

7  Truly  our  fellowfhip  below 

With  thee  and  with  the  Father  is : 
In  thee  eternal  life  we  know, 

And  heav'n's  unutterable  blifs. 
S  In  part  we  only  know  thee  here, 

But  wait  thy  coming  from  above — 
And  I  fha'l  then  behold  thee  near, 

And  I  mall  all  be  loft  in  love. 


'P 


H  Y  M  N    CC. 

On  i>iji:i>:g  a  Friend. 

EACE  be  en  this  houfe  beftew'd. 
Peace  on  all  that  here  refide ; 
Let  the  unknown  peace  of  God 
With  the  man  of  peace  abide  ! 
Let  the  Spirit  now  ccme  down ; 

Let  the  bleiling  now  take  place  : 
Son  of  peace,  receive  thy  crown, 
Fulaefs  of  the  gofpel-grace, 


For  Perso ns  joined  In  Fellowship.      i< 

Chrift,  my  Mafler  and  my  Lord, 

Let  me  thy  forerunner  be; 
O  be  mindful  of  thy  word, 

Vifit  them,  and  vilit  me  ! 
To  this  houfe  and  all  herein 

Now  let  thy  falvation  come  ! 
Save  our  fouls  from  inbred  fin  : 

Make  us  thy  eternal  home  ! 

Let  us  never,  never  reft, 

Till  the  promife  is  fulfill'd; 
Till  we  are  of  thee  pcfTeft, 

Pardon'd,  fanctify'd,  and  feal'd ! 
Till  we  all,  in  love  renew 'd, 

Find  the  pearl  that  Adam  loft, 
Temples  of  the  living  God, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft ! 

HYMN    CCI. 

Parting. 
LEST  be  the  dear,  uniting  love, 
That  will  not  let  us  part ! 
Gur  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 
We  ftill  are  one  in  heart. 

Join'd  in  one  fpirit  to  cur  Head, 

Where  he  appoints  we  go  ; 
And  ftill  in  jefu's  fcotfteps  tread, 

And  ftiew  his  praile  below. 


And  nothing  know  beiide, 
Nothing  defire,  nothing  efteein, 
But  jefus  crucify 'di 


ig6  For  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship 

4  Clofer  and  clofer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  belov'd  embrace ; 
Expect  his  fulnefs  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  anfwer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace. 

The  fame  in  mind  and  heart, 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,   nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 

6  But  let  us  haften  to  the  day 

Vt  hich  fhall  our  flefh  reftore ; 
When  death  fhall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more  ! 

HYMN    CCIL, 

f    TESUS,  accept  the  praife 
J    That  to  thy  name  belongs; 
Matter  of  all  our  praife, 

Subject  of  all  our  fongs : 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  name. 

2  In  fleih  we  part  awhile, 

But  ilill  in  fpirit  join'd, 
T' embrace  the  happy  toil, 

Thou  haft  to  each  affign'd : 
And,  while  we  do  thy  bleiTed  will. 
We  bear  our  heav'n  about  us  itill. 

3  O  let  us  thus  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleafant  ways, 
And,   arm'd  with  patience,  run 

With  joy  th'  appointed  race  ! 
Keep  us,  and  every  feeking  foul, 
Till  all  attain  the  heav'nly  goal. 


Tor  Persons  joined  in  Fellowship.     197 

4  There  wc  fhall  meet  again, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more. 
We  fhall  with  all  our  brethren  rife, 
And  grafp  thee  in  the  flaming  ikies. 

5  O  happy,  happy  day, 

That  calls  thy  exiles  home  ! 
The  heav'ns  fhall  pafs  away  ; 

The  earth  receive  its  doom  : 
Earth  we  fhall  view  and  heav'n  derlroy'd, 
And  fhout  above  the  fiery  void ! 

6  Then  let  us  wait  the  found 

That  mail  our  fouls  releaie^ 
And  labour  to  be  found 

Of  him  in  fpotlefs  peace  ; 
In  perfect  holinefs  renew'd, 
Adorn '"d  with  Chrift,  and  meet  for  God  ! 

HYMN    CCIII.  - 

Waiting  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption. 

1  A    LL  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
jTjl     And  never-ceafmg  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  thy  name. 

Or  men  to  feel  thy  grace. 

2  With  this  cold  ftony  heart  of  mine, 

Jefus,  to  thee  I  flee  ! 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  relign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  Thee. 


I98  BIRTH-DAY. 

3  Give  me  to  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  thy  dear  crofs  appears ; 
Diffolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

4  O  may  the  uncorrupted  feed 

Abide  and  reign  within  ; 
And  thy  life-giving  word  forbid 
My  new-born  foul  to  fin. 

£  Father,  I  wait  before  thy  throne  ; 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ! 
Send  down  the  fpirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

6  There  lhed  thy  promis'd  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comfort  ftrong  ; 
Then  {hall  I  fay,  "  My  Father,  God!" 
With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 


EIRTH-DAY. 
H  Y  M  N    CCIV. 

C^  OD  of  my  life,  to  thee 
T     My  cheerful  foul  I  raife  ; 
Thy  goodnefs  bad  me  be, 
And  Hill  prolongs  my  days  : 
I  fee  my  natal  hour  return, 
And  blefs  the  day  that  I  was  born. 


BIRTK-DAY.  tgf 

A  clod  of  living  earth, 
I  glorify  thy  name, 
From  whom  alone  my  birth 
And  all  my  bleffings  came  : 
Creating  and  preferving  grace 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praife. 

Long  as  I  live  beneath, 

To  thee,  O  let  me  live ; 
To  thee  my  every  breath 
In  thanks  and  praifes  give  ! 
Whate'er  I  have,  whate'er  I  am. 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker's  name. 

My  foul  and  all  its  pow'rs, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  {hall  be ; 
All,  all  my  happy  hours 
I  confecrate  to  thee  : 
Me  to  thine  image  now  reftore, 
And  I  mail  praife  thee  evermore. 

I  wait  thy  will  to  do, 

As  Angels  do  in  heav'n  ; 
In  Chriil  a  creature  new, 
Eternally  forgiv'n : 
I  wait  thy  perfect  will  to  prove, 
All  fanclify'd  by  finleis  love. 

Then  when  the  work  is  done, 

The  work  of  faith  with  pow'r^ 
Receive  thy  favour'd  fori 
In  death's  triumphant  hour; 
I /Ike  Mofes  to  thyfelf  convey, 
And  kifs  my  raptur'd  foul  away. 


20C  BIRTH-DAT, 

HYMN     CCV. 

i  \   WAY  with  our  fears, 

ii.  The  glad  morning  appears. 

When  an  heir  of  falvation  was  bora! 
From  Jehovah  I  came, 
For  his  glory  I  am, 

And  to  him  I  with  ringing  return, 

2  Thee,  Jefus,  alone, 
The  fountain  I  own 

Of  my  life  and  felicity  here  : 

*And  cheerfully  ring 

My  Redeemer  and  King, 
Till  his  figns  in  the  heavens  appear, 

3  With  thanks  I  rejoice 
In  thy  fatherly  choice 

Of  my  itate  and  condition  below  j 

If  of  parents  I  came 

Who  honour d  thy  name, 
'Twas  thy  wifdom  appointed  it  fc 

4  I  fing  of  tby  grace, 
From  my  earlidl  days, 

Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend; 

Hitherto  thou  haft  been 

My  preferver  from  fin, 
And  I  truft  thou  wilt  fave  to  the  end. 

5  O  the  infinite  cares 

And  temptations  and  fnares 
Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through! 

O  the  bleffings  beftow'd     *v 

By  a  bountiful  God, 
And  the  mercies  eternally  new ! 


BIRTK-DAYt  20^ 

What  a  mercy  is  this, 

What  a  heaven  of  blifs, 
How  unfpeakably  happy  am  I ! 

Gather'd  into  the  fold, 

With  thy  people  enroll'd, 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die; ! 

0  the  goodnefs  of  God 
In  employing  a  clod 

Kis  tribute  of  glory  to  raife  ! 
His  itandard  to  bear, 
And  with  triumph  declare 
His  unfpeakable  riches  of  grace ! 
S       O  the  fathomlefs  love, 

That  has  deign'd  to  approve, 
And  profper  the  work  of  my  hands  I 
With  my  paftoral  crook 

1  went  over  the  brook, 

And,  behold !  I  am  fpread  into  bands  ! 
q       Who,  I  afk  in  amaze. 

Hath  begotten  me  thefe  ! 
And  inquire  from  what  quarter  they  came  ? 

My  full  heart  it  replies, 

They  are  born  from  the  ikies, 
And  give  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb, 

10  All  honour  and  praife 
To  the  Father  of  grace, 

To  the  Spirit,  and  Son  I  return ! 

The  bufinefs  purfue 

He  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice  that  I  ever  was  born, 

11  In  a  rapture  of  joy 
My  life  I  employ, 

The  God  of  my  life  to  proclaim : 


202  BACKSLIDER. 

'Tis  worth  living  for  this, 

To  adminifter  blifs 
And  falvation  in  Jefus's  name. 
12     My  remnant  of  days 

I  fpend  in  his  praife, 
Who  died  the  whole  world  to  redeem : 

Be  they  many  or  few, 

My  days  are  his  due, 
They  all  are  devoted  to  him ! 

*"    ?'«t 
BACKSLIDER. 

HYMN    CCVI. 

PART   THE    FIRST. 

OW  happy  are  they 


H 


Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treafure  above ! 

Tongue  cannot  exprefs 

The  fweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  foul  in  its  earlieft  love. 

That  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favour  divine 
I  fidl  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb; 

When  my  heart  it  believ'd, 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd, 
WThat  a  heaven  in  Jefus's  name  ! 

'Twas  an  heaven  below 

My  Saviour  to  know ; 
The  angtis  could  do  nothing  mors 

Than  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  ftory  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  fmners  adore. 


BACKSLIDER.  203 

Jefus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  fong  ; 

0  that  all  his  falvation  might  fee ! 
He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  fuffer'd,  and  died, 
To  redeem  fuch  a  rebel  as  me. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love 

I  was  carry 'd  above 
All  fin,  and  temptation,  and  pain  3 

I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  mould  grieve 
That  I  ever  mould  fuffer  again. 

I  rode  on  the  Iky, 

Freely  juftify'd  I! 
Nor  envy'd  Elijah  his  feat :  , 

My  foul  mounted  higher 

In  a  chariot  of  iire, 
And  the  moon  it  was  under  my  feet,. 

Oh !  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight, 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 

Of  my  Saviour  poffeii 

I  was  perfectly  bleft, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulnefs  of  God. 

HYMN    CCVU. 

PART  THE  SECOND. 

AH,  where  am  I  now! 
When  was  it,  or  how 
That  I  fell  from  my  heaven  of  grace  ? 
I  am  brought  into  thrall, 
I  am  ftript  of  my  All, 

1  arjftbaniih'd  from  Jefus's  face. 


204  BACKSLIDER. 

2  Hardly  yet  do  I  know 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 

So  infenfibly  ftarting  afide  : 

When  the  tempter  came  in 

Vvith  his  own  fubtle  fin, 
And  infected  my  fpirit  with  pride. 

3  But  I  felt  it  too  foon, 
That  my  Saviour  was  gone, 

Swiftly  vanifhing  out  of  my  fight; 

My  triumph  and  boaft 

On  a  fudden  were  loft, 
And  my  day  it  was  turn'd  into  night. 

4  Only  pride  could  deftroy 
That  innocent  joy, 

And  make  my  Redeemer  depart ; 

But  whate'er  was  the  caufe, 

1  lament  the  fad  lofs, 
For  the  veil  is  come  over  my  heart. 

5  Ah  !  wretch  thar  I  am  ! 
lean  only  exclaim, 

Like  a  devil  tormented  within  : 

My  Saviour  is  gone, 

And  has  left  me  alone 
To  the  fury  of  Satan  and  fin. 

6  Nothing  can  now  relieve, 
Without  comfort  I  grieve, 

I  have  loft  all  my  peace  and  my  pow'r ; 

No  accefs  do  I  find 

To  the  friend  of  mankind ; 
I  can  alk  for  his  mercy  no  more. 

7  Tongue  cannot  declare 
The  torment  I  bear, 

(While  no  end  of  my  troubles  I  fee)   0 


BACKSLIDE*,  20£ 

On!}'  Adam  could  tell     • 

On  the  day  that  he  fell, 
And  was  turn'd  out  of  Eden,  like  me. 

Driven  out  from  my  God, 

I  wander  abroad, 
Thro'  a  defert  of  forrows  I  rove  ;  ^ 

And  how  great  is  my  pain, 

That  I  cannot  regain 
My  Eden  of  jefus's  love  !  v 

I  never  fhall  rife 

To  my  firil  paradife, 
Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  fee : 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope 

That  at  laft  he  will  ftoop, 
And  his  pity  mall  bring  him  to  mc. 

HYMN     CCVIII. 

HOW  mall  a  loft  finner  in  pain, 
Recover  his  forfeited  peace  ? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 

What  hope  of  a  fecond  releafe  ? 
Will  mercy  itfelf  be  fo  kind 

To  fpare  fuch  a  rebel  as  me  ? 
And  O  !  can  I  pqffibly  find 

Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee  ! 
O  Jefus,  of  thee  I  require, 

If  ftill  thou  art  able  to  fave, 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 

And  ranfom  my  foul  from  the  grave  ? 
The  help  of  thy  Spirit  reftore, 

And  mew  me  the  life-giving  blood, 
And  pardon  a  finner  once  more, 

And  bring  me  again  unto  God. 
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toG  RACKSLIDEK. 

3  O  Jefus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come  quickly  to  help  a  loft  foul, 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 

And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole : 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 

(Thou  feeft  the  fore  anguiih  I  feel) 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  perifn,  I  die, 

O  fave,  or  I  {ink  into  hell ! 

4  I  fink,  if  thou  longer  delay 

Thy  pardoning  mercy  to  fhew, 
Come  quickly,  and  kindly  difplay 

The  pow'r  of  thy  paffion  below. 
T>y  all  thou  haft  done  for  my  fake, 

One  drop  of  thy  blood  I  implore  : 
Now,  now  let  it  touch  me,  and  make 

The  linner  a  firmer  no  more. 

HYMN    CCIX. 
For  the  Morning. 

i   TI  /'HERE  is  my  God,  my  joy,  myhop< 
V  V     The  dean  deiire  of  nations  where  : 
Jefus,  to  thee  my  foul  looks  up, 

To  thee  direds  her  morning  prayer; 
And  fpreads  her  arms  of  faith  abroad, 
To  embrace  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  God! 
2  Mine  eyes  prevent  the  morning  ray, 

Looking,  and  longing  for  thy  word : 
Come,  O  my  Jefus,  come  away, 

And  let  my  heart  receive  its  Lord; 
Which  pants  and  ftrnggles  to  be  free, 
And  breaks  to  be  dstain'd  from  thee. 


A  PARENT  S  PRATER.  20^ 

5  Appear  in  me  bright  Morning-Star, 
And  fcatter  all  the  fliades  of  night! 
I  faw  thee  once,  and  came  from  far, 

But  quickly  loft  thy  tranfient  light ; 
And  now  again  in  darknefs  pine, 
Till  thou  throughout  my  nature  mine. 

4  In  patient  hope  I  now  take  heed 

To  the  fure  word  of  promis'd  grace, 
Whofe  rays  a  feeble  luftre  flied,  [place  ; 

Faint,  glimmering  through  the  darkfomc 
Till  thou  thy  glorious  light  impart, 
And  rife,  the  Day-Star  in  my  heart. 

5  Come,  Lord,  be  manifefted  here, 

And  all  the  devil's  works  deftroy  ; 
Now  without  fin  in  me  appear,  " 

And  fill  with  everlafting  joy  : 
Thy  beatific  face  difplay, 
•   Thy  prefence  is  the  perfect  day. 


A  PARENT'S  PRAYER. 

HYMN.  CCX. 

1  /^  OD  only  wife,    almighty,  good, 
-    \jX  Send  forth  thy  truth  and  light. 

To  point  us  out  the  narrow  road, 
And  guide  our  fteps  aright : 

2  To  fteer  our  dang'rous  courfe  between 

The  rocks  on  either  hand ; 
And  fix  us  in  the  golden  mean, 
And  bring  our  charge  to  land* 
M  z 


205  NATIVITT. 

3  Made  apt  by  thy  fufficient  grace 

To  teach  as  taught  by  thee, 
We  come  to  train  in  all  thy  ways 
Our  rifing  progeny. 

4  Their  fel£fh  will  in  time  fubdue, 

And  mortify  their  pride  ; 
And  lend  their  youth  a  facred  clew 
To  find  the  Crucify  'd  ! 

5  We  would  in  ev'ry  ftep  look  up, 

By  thy  example  taught, 
T'  alarm  their  fear,  excite  their  hope, 
And  rectify  their  thought. 

6  We  would  perfuade  their  heart  t'  obey3 

With  njildeft  zeal  proceed  ; 

And  never  take  the  harfher  way, 

When  love  will  do  the  deed. 

7  For  this  we  ad:,  in  faith  fincere, 

The  wifdora  from  above  ; 
To  touch  their  hearts  with  filial  fear, 
And  pure,  ingenuous  love  : 

8  To  watch  their  will  to  fenfe  inclin'd, 

h  h   1  I  the  hurtful  food; 
And  gently  bend  their  tender  mind, 
And  draw  their  fouls  to  God. 


NATIVITY. 
HYMN    CCXI. 


A  LI-  hail !  happy  day, 
V.'hen  enrob'd  in  our  clay, 
The  Redeemer  appear 'd  upon  eardi 


tfATIVITT. 


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How  can  we  refrain 

For  to  join  the  glad  ftrain, 
And  to  hail  our  Immanuel's  birth  ? 

How  boundlefs  that  love, 

Firft  begotten  above, 
And  through  Jefus  to  finners  made  known  ? 

Lift,  lift  up  the  voice, 

And  exulting  rejoice, 
For  Jehovah  to  earth  is  come  down. 

Ye  angels  of  God, 

Sound  his  praifes  abroad, 
And  acknowledge  him  J  AH,  the  I  AM  : 

We  alfo  will  join 

In  a  hymn  fo  divine, 
Giving  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

To  Chrift  we  will  fing, 

As  our  High  Prieft  and  King, 
And  our  Prophet  to  teach  us  the  road : 

But  more  than  all  this, 

For  Almighty  he  is, 
And  we  own  him  our  crucify 'd  God  ! 

To  Jefus's  praife 

Let  us  fpend  all  our  days, 
For  'tis  he  our  furety  has  ftood  : 

He  fojo  timed  below, 

That  his  mercy  might  flow, 
And  he  purchas'd  our  pardon  with  blood  ! 

O  may  the  return 

Of  this  once-bleiTed  morn, 
Be  for  ever  remember 'd  with  joy ; 

Sweet  accents  of  praife, 

All  our  voices  mail  raife, 
Hallelujahs  (hall  be  our  employ, 
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2IO  NATIVITY. 

7       Let  echo  prolong, 

harmonious  fong, 
Hallelujahs  again  and  again  : 
He  kindles  the  fire, 
Y>  horn  the  nations  deftre  ; 

to  him  we  devote  the  glad  (train. 

S       Bkft  Jefu's,  while  we 
Pay  oar  tribute  to  thee, 

Let  us  worfhip,  admire,  and  adore, 
Accept  as  thy  crown, 
What  before  was  thy  own, 

Hallelujahs  and  praife  evermore. 

HYMN    CCXII. 

i    X-J  ARK  !  the  herald  angels  fing, 
JML  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  $ 
•*  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
"  God  and  finners  reconciPd." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rife, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  ikies, 
th  th'"  angelic  holt  proclaim, 
"  Chrift  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

2  Chrift,  by  higheft  heav'n  ador'd, 
Chrift  the  everlafting  Lord ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb  : 
Veil'd  in  flefh,  the  Godhead  fee, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas 'd  as  man  with  men  t5  appear, 
Jefus  our  Immanuel  here. 

<3  Flail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace, 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteoufnefs  I 


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Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings  ; 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Bern,  that  man  no  more  may  die : 
Born  to  raife  the  ions  cf  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  fecond  birth. 

Come,  defire  of  nations,  come,, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home ; 
Rife,  the  woman's  conqu'ring  feed, 
Bruife  in  us  the  ferpent's  head : 
Adam's  likenefs  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place  j 
Second  Adam  from  above, 
Re-inflate  us  in  thy  love. 


NEW-YEAR's  DAY. 
HYMN    CCXIII. 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  iky, 
The  God  of  ages  praife, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  on  high, 
Ancient  of  endlefs  days ; 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trials  here, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

Barren  and  wither'd  trees, 

We  cumber 'd  long  the  ground, 
No  fruit  of  holinefs 

Cn  our  dead  fouls  was  found  5 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  fpare, 
Another,  and  another  year, 


S!2  NEW-YEAR  S  DAY. 

3       When  juftice  bar'd  the  fword 
To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord 
Cry'd,  Let  it  (till  alone  ! 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  fpares  us  yet  another  year. 

4.       Jefus,  thy  fpeaking  blood 

From  God  obtain'd  the  grace, 
Who  therefore  hath  bellow 'd 
On  us  a  longer  fpace  ; 
Thou  didft  in  our  behalf  appear, 
And  lo,  we  fee  another  year  ! 

5       Then  dig  about  our  root, 

Break  up  our  fallow  ground, 
And  let  our  gracious  fruit 
To  thy  great  praife  abound  ; 
O  let  us  all  thy  praife  declare, 
And  fruit  unto  perfection  bear, 

HYMN    CCXIV. 

1    QING  to  the  great  Jehovah  praife ! 
O     All  praife  to  him  belongs, 
Who  kindly  lengthens  out  our  days, 

Demands  our  choiceft  fongs  : 
Whofe  providence  has  brought  us  through 

Another  various  year, 
We  all  with  vows,  and  anthems  new, 

Before  cur  God  appear. 

a  Father,  thy  mercies  paft  we  own, 
Thy  ftill  continu'd  care, 
To  thee  prefenting,  thro'  thy  Son, 
Vv  hate 'er  we  have,  or  are; 


GOOD-FRIDAY.  21$ 

Our  lips  and  lives  fhali  gladly  fhew 

The  wonders  of  thy  love, 
While  on  in  Jefu's  fteps  we  go 

To  feek  thy  face  above. 

Our  refidue  of  days  or  hours, 

Thine,  wholly  thine  fhall  be, 
And  all  our  confecrated  powers, 

A  facrifice  to  Thee  : 
Till  Jefus  in  the  clouds  appear 

To  faints  on  earth  forgiven, 
And  bring  the  grand  fabbatic  year, 

The  jubilee  of  heaven. 


GOOD-FRIDAY. 
HYMN    CCXV. 

i      A    LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  -bleed  ? 
11   And  did  my  Sov 'reign  die  ? 
Wou'd  he  devote  that  facred  head, 
For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his  glories  in  ; 
When  Chrift  the  mighty  Maker  dy'd, 
For  man  the  creature's  lin ! 


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4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face, 

While  his  dear  crofs  appears  ; 

DirToIve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN    CCXVI. 

A  Prayer  fir  Faith. 

FATHER,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee, 
No  other  help  I  know  : 
If  thou  withdraw  thyfelf  from  me, 
Ah  !  whither  fhall  I  go  ! » 

What  did  thy  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath ! 
W7hat  pain,  what  labour,  to  fecurc 

My  foul  from  endlefs  death. 
O  Jefu,  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  mould  feel  thy  pow'r ; 
Now  my  poor  foul  thou  wouldft  retrieve, 

Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes ; 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift; 

My  foul  without  it  dies. 
Surely  thou  canit  not  let  me  die  ! 

Ofpeak,  and  I  mail  live  ! 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie 

Till  thou  thy  fpirit  give. 


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The  wont  of  finriefs  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  fee  thy  face  : 

O  let  me  hear  thy  quick  ning  voice, 
And  tafte  thy  pard  ning  grace. 

HYMN    CCXVII. 

Sincere  Praife. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  God, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name, 
Thv  wonders  how  diffus'd  abroad, 

Throughout  creation's  frame  r" 
In  native  white  and  red 

The  rofe  and  lily  ftand, 
And  free  from  pride  their  beauties  fpread, 

To  mew  thy  fkilful  hand. 
The  lark  mounts  up  the  fey, 

With  unambitious  fong, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praife  on  high 

Upon  her  artlefs  tongue. 
Fain  would  I  rife  and  ring 

To  my  Creator  too ; 
Fain  would  my  heart  adore  my  King, 

And  give  him  praifes  due. 
But  pride,  that  bufy  fin, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform, 
Curs'"  d  pride  that  creeps  fecurely  in, 

And  fwells  a  haughty  worm. 
Thy  glories  I  abate, 

Or  praife  thee  with  defign. 
Part  of  thy  favours  I  forget, 

Or  think  the  merit  mine. 


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7  Create  my  foul  anew 

Elfe  all  my  worfhip's  vain ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  prove  true 
Till  it  be  form'd  again. 

8  Defcend,  celeftial  fire, 

And  feize  me  from  above  ! 
Wrap  me  in  flames  of  pure  defire, 
A  facriike  to  love. 

9  Let  joy  and  worfhip  fpend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God  my  foul  afcend 
In  fweet  perfumes  of  praife. 


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HYMN    CCXVIII. 

E  heavens  rejoice  .in  Jefus's  grace, 
Let  earth  make  a  noife  and  echo  his 

praife  ! 
Our  all  loving  Saviour  hath  pacified  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favour  the  price  of  his  blood. 
Ye  mountains  and  vales  in  praifes  abound, 
Ye  hills  and  ye  dales  continue  the  found, 
Break  forth  into  finging  ye  trees  of  the  wood, 
For  Jefus's  bringing  loll  fmners  to  God. 
Atonement  he  made  for  every  one, 
The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done 
Shout  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Afcribing  falvation  to  Jefus's  love. 
His  mercy  hath  brought  falvation  to  all, 
W ho  take  it  u  nbought  he  frees  them  from  thrall ; 
Throughout  the  believer  his  glory  difplays, 
And  perfects  for  ever  the  veflels  of  grace. 


HYMN    CCXIX, 

Inconjiancy. 

1  T    ORD  Jefa,  when,  when  mail  It  be, 
JLi  That  I  no  more  fhall  break  with  the®  t 
When  will  this  war  of  paffions  ceafe, 

And  my  free  foul  enjoy  thy  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  fin  again ; 
Now  I  revive,  and  now  am  flain  ; 
Slain  with  the  fame  unhappy  dart, 
Which,  Oh  !  too  often  wounds  my  heart, 

3  O  Saviour,  when,  when  fhall  I 'be 
A  garden  feai'd  to  all  but  thee  ? 
No  more  expos'd,  no  more  undone  ; 
But  live  and  grow  to  thee  alone  ! 

4.  Guide  thou,  O  Lord,  guide  thou  my  courfe, 
And  draw  me  on  with  thy  fweet  force ! 
Still  make  me  walk,  -frill  make  me  tend, 
By  thee  my  way,  to  thee  my  end. 

HYMN    CCXX.  ; 

A  Morning  Hymn, 

\  ~W  T&  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
V  V       O  Day-Star  from  on  high  ! 
The  fun  itfelf  is  but"  thy  made, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  Iky. 
2  O  let  thy  orient  beams 

The  night  of  fin  difperfe  ! 
The  milts  of  error,  and  of  vice,, 
Which  (hade  the  univerfe  X 
N 


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3  How  beauteous  nature  now  f 

How  dark  and  fad  before  ! 
With  joy  we  vkw  the  pleafing  change 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  O  may  no  ghomy  crime 

Pollute  the  rifing  day  : 
Cr  Tefu's  blood,  like  evening  dew,. 
Warn  all  the  ftains  away. 

5  May  we  this  life  improve, 

To  m6am  for  errors  palt, 
And  live  this  fiiort  revolving.  day* 
As  if  it  were  our  laft. 

6  To  God  the  Father,  Sen, 

And  Spirit,  one  and  three,. 
Be  gl"<?y,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  fhall  for  ever  be. 

H  Y  M  N    CCXXI. 

An  ~E<vcnhig  Hymn* 

1  A    LL  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blit- 
jt\.     Who  made  both  day  and  night; 
Whofc  throne  is  darknefs  in  th'  abyfs 

Of  uncreated  light. 

2  Each  thought  and  deed  his  piercing  eyes 

With  ftriclell  fearch  furvey  : 
The  deepeft  fnades  no  more  difguife 
Than  the  full  blaze  of  day. 

3  Whom  thou  doit  guard,  O  King  of  kings 

No  evil  (hall  moled  : 
'  Under  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Shall  they  fecurely  reft. 


3ACR.AMEXTAL.  t 

1 4  Thy  angels  ftiall  around  their  beds 
Their  conftant  (cations  keep  : 
Thy  faith  and  truth  mall  (hield  their  heads, 
For  thou  doft  never  ileep. 
5  May  we  with  calm  and  fweet  repofe, 
And  heavenly  thoughts  refreih'd, 
Our  eye-lids  with  the  morn's  unclofe, 
And  blefs  the  ever-blefs'd  ! 


SACRAMENTAL. 
HYMN    CCXXII. 

N  that  fad  memorable  night, 
When  Jefus  was  for  us  betray 'd, 
He  left  his  death-recording  rite, 

He  took,  and  blefs'd,  and  break  the  bread, 
And  gave  his  own  their  lail  bequefi, 
And  thus  his  love's  intent  expreit : 
Take,  eat,  this  is  my  body  given* 

To  purchafe  life  and  peace  for  you, 
Pardon  and  holinefs  and  heaven  ; 

Do  this,  my  dying  love  to  Ihew, 
Accept  your  precious  legacy, 
And  thus,  my  friends,  remember  me. 
He  took  into  his  hands  the  cup, 

To  crown  the  facramental  feaft, 
And  full  of  kind  concern  look'd  up, 

And  gave  what  he  to  them  had  blett, 
And  drink  ye  all  of  this,  he  faid, 
In  folemn  memory  of  the  dead, 
N  z 


2*0  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  Thi*  is  my  blood  which  feals  the  new 
Eternal  covenant  of  my  grace, 
My  blood  fo  freely  fhed  for  yon, 
For  you  and  all  the  iinful  race, 
My  blood  that  fpeaks  your  fins  forgiven, 
And  juftilies  your  claim  to  heaven. 

HYMN    CCXXIII. 

1  T    ET  all  who  truly  bear 

JLi     The  bleeding  Saviour's  name. 
Their  faithful  hearts  wi  h  us  prepare, 

And  eat  the  pafchal  lamb. 

Cur  paffover  was  flain 

At  Salem's  hallow'd  place, 
lret  we  who  in  our  tents  remain, 

Shall  gain  his  largeft  grace. 

2  This  eucbariftic  feaft 
Our  every  want  fupplies, 

And  Itill  we  by  his  death  are  bleft, 

And  fhare  his  facriflce. 

By  faith  h's  fiefh  we  eat, 

Who  here  his  paflion  ihew, 
And  God  out  of  his  holy  feat 

Shall  all  his  gifts  beftow. 

3  Who  thus  our  faith  employ 
Kis  fufferings  to  record, 

Evn  now  we  mournfully  enjoy 

Communion  with  our  Lord, 

As  tho'  we  every  one 

Beneath  his  crofs  had  flood, 
And  feen  him  heave,  and  heard  him  groan, 

And  felt  his  guihirig  blood. 


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4       O  God!  'tis  finifh'd  now  ! 

The  mortal  pang  is  pad  ! 
By  faith  his  head  we  fee  him  bow, 

And  hear  him  breathe  his  laft  I 

We  too  with  him  are  dead, 

And  mail  with  him  arife, 
The  crofs  on  which  he  bows  his  head, 

Shall  lift  us  to.  the  Ikies. 

HYMN    CCXXIV,- 

i   T>  OCK  of  Ifrael,  cleft  for  me, 
XV  For  us,  for  all  mankind, 
See,  thy  feebleft  followers  fee 

Who  call  thy  death  to  mind  : 
Sion  is  the  very  land ; 

Us  beneath  thy  fhade  receive, 
Grant  us  in  the  cleft  to  Hand, 

And  by  thy  dying  live. 

2  In  this  howling  wildernefs, 

On  Calvary's  fteep  top, 
Made  a  curfe  our  fouls  to  blefs 

Thou  once  was't  lifted  up ; 
Stricken  there  by  Mofes's  rod, 

Wounded  with  a  deadly  blow  ; 
Gu filing  ftreams  of  life  o'erflow'd 

The  thirfty  world  below. 

3  Rivers  of  falvation  ftill 

Along  the  defe  t  roll, 
Rivers  to  refrefh  and  heal 
The  fainting  finking  foul } 

•    N   % 


SACRAMENTAL. 

Still  the  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Stands  for  tinners  open'd  wide, 

Now,  e'en  now,  my  Lord,  and  God, 
I  waih  me  in  thy  fide. 

4  Now,  e'en  now  we  all  plunge  in, 

And  drink  the  purple  wave, 
This  the  antidote  of  fin, 

'Tis  this  our  fouls  fhall  fave : 
With  the  life  of  Jefus  fed, 

Lo  !  from  ftrength  to  ftrength  we  rife, 
Follow 'd  by  our  Kock,  and  led 

To  meet  him  in  the  ikies. 

HYMN    CCXXV. 

3      A   UTHOR  of  our  Salvation,  thee 
jT\.  With  lowly  thankful  hearts  we  praife, 
Author  of  this  great  myftery, 

Figure  and  means  of  faving  grace. 

2  The  facred  true  effectual  fign 

Thy  body  and  thy  blood  it  fhews, 
The  glorious  inftrument  divine 

Thy  mercy  and  thy  ftrength  beflows. 

3  We  fee  the  blood  that  feals  our  peace, 

Thy  pard'ning  mercy  we  receive  : 
The  bread  doth  vifibly  exprefs 

The  ftrength  thro'  which  our  fpirits  live. 

4  Our  fpirits  drink  a  freib  fupply, 

And  eat  the  bread  fo  freely  given, 
Till  borne  on  eagles'  wings  we  fly, 
And  banquet  with  our  Lord  in  heaven* 


SACRAMENTAL.  22£ 

HYMN    CCXXVI. 

OThou,  who  this  myfterious  bread 
Didft  in  Emmaus  break, 
Return  herewith  our  fouls  to  feed 

And  to  thy  followers  fpeak. 
Unfeal  the  volume  of  thy  grace, 

Apply  the  gofpel-word, 
Open  our  eyes  to  fee  thy  face, 

Our  hearts  to  know  the  Lord. 
Of  thee  we  commune  ftill,  and  mourn 

Till  thou  the  veil  remove, 
Talk  with  us,  and  our  hearts  fhall  burn 

With  flames  of  fervent  love, 
Inkindle  now  the  heavenly  zeal, 

And  make  thy  mercy  known, 
And  give  our  pard'ning  fouls  to  feel 

That  God  and  love  are  one. 

HYMN    CCXXVIL 

JESU,  at  whofe  fupreme  command. 
We  thus  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  thy  vefture  Hand, 
Thy  vefture  dipt  in  blood. 
Obedient  to  thy  gracious  word, 
We  break  the  hallow'd  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 

And  truft  on  thee  to  feed. 
Now,  Saviour,  now  thyfelf  reveal. 

And  make  thy  nature  known, 
Affix  the  facramental  feal, 
And  ftamp  us  for  thine  own. 
N4 


2  2*  SACRAMENTAL. 

4  The  tokens  of  thy  dying  lore, 

O  let  us  all  receive, 
And  feel  the  quick'ning  Spirit  move, 
And  fenfibly  believe. 

5  The  cup  of  blefling  bleft  by  thee, 

Let  it  thy  blood  impart ; 
The  bread  thy  myftic  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

6  The  grace  which  fure  falvation  bring*, 

Let  us  herewith  receive ; 
Satiate  the  hungry  with.gocd  things, 
Tli^  hidden  manna  give. 

HYMN     CCXXVIIL 

i   TI  7  HO  is  this  that  comes  from  far, 
V  V     Clad  in  garments  dipt  in  blood  I 
Strong  triumphant  traveller, 
Is  he  man,  or  is  he  God  : 

2  I  that  fpeak  in  righteoufnefs, 

Son  of  God  and  man  I  am, 
Mighty  to  redeem  your  race  ; 
Jefus  is  your  Saviour's  name. 

3  Wherefore  are  thy  garments  red. 

Dyed  as  in  a  crimfon  fea  ? 
They  that  in  the  wine-vat  tread,        ■ 
Are  n  A  ftain'd  fo  much  as  thee. 

4  I  the  Father's  fav'rite  Son, 

Have  the  dreadful  wine-prefs  trod, 
Borne  the  vengeful  wrath  alone, 
Ail  the  fierceil  wrath  of  God. 


SACRAMENTAL. 

HYMN    CCXXIX, 
TESU,  dear,  redeeming  Lord, 
I    Magnify  thy  dying  word, 
In  thine  ordinance  appear, 
Come,  and  meet  thy  followers  here. 
In  the  rite  thou  halt  enjoin'd, 
Let  us  now  our  Saviour  find, 
Drink  thy  blood  for  fmners  ihed, 
Tafle  thee  in  the  broken  bread. 
Thou  cur  faithful  hearts  prepare, 
Thou  thy  pardoning  grace  declare^ 
Thou  that  haft  for  finners  died, 
Shew  thyfelf  the  crucified ! 
All  the  power  of  fin  remove, 
Fill  us  with  thy  perfect  love, 
Stamp  us  with  the  {tamp  divine, 
Seal  our  fouls  for  ever  thine. 

H  Y  M  N    CCXXX, 

i 

JESU,  we  thus  obey 
Thy  lad  and  kindeft  word,  * 
Here  in  thine  own  appointed  way 

We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 

The  way  thou  haft  enjoin'd 
Thou  wilt  therein  appear  : 

We  come  with  confidence  to  find 
Thy  fpecial  prefence  here. 

Whate'er  th'  Almighty  can 
To  pardon'd  finners  give, 

The  fulnefs  of  our  God  made  maa 
.We  here  with  Chrift  receive. 

FINIS, 


INDEX. 

AND  am  I  born  to  die 
And  am  I  only  born  to  die 
Ah !  whither  mould  I  go 
All  glory  to  God  in  the  (kjr 
A  charge  to  keep  I  have 
And  can  I  yet  delay 
All  ye  that  pafs  by 
Arife  my  foul,  arife 
And  muft  this  body  die 
Away,  my  unbelieving  fear 
And  let  this  feeble  body  fail 
Ah  lovely  appearance  of  death 
All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb 
Away  with  our  fears 
Ah,  where  am  I  now 
Ail  hail !  happy  clay 
Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
Almighty  Maker  God 
All  praife  to  him  who  dwells  in  blifi 
Author  of  our  &1  ration,  thee 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
Be  it  my  only  wifdom  here 
Behold  the  fervant  of  the  Lord 
Being  of  Beings,  God  of  love 
Before  Jehovah's  awful  throae 
But  above  all,  lay  hold 
Brother  in  Chrift,  and  well  belov'd 
Bleft  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 
Come,  ye  ilnners,  poor  and  needy- 
Come,  fmners,  to  the  gofpel  feaft 
Come,  holy  celeftial  Dove 
Come,  Lord  and  help  me  to  rejoice 


INDEX. 

Come,  let  us  anew- 
Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft 
Come,  Saviour,  Jefu,  from  above 
Come,  Lord,  from  above 
Come,  thou  Almighty  King 
Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  bleiHng 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 
Children  of  the  heavenly  King 
Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  fcngs 
Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 
Come  on,  my  partners  in  diftrefs 
Come  away  to  the  ikies 
Come,  let  us  anew  iSz 

Come,  let  us  afcend  183 

Come,  and  let  us  fweetly  join  190 

Come,  thou  high  and  lefty  Lord  191 

Come  let  us  ufe  the  grace  divine  192 

Drooping  foul,  make  off  thy  fears  40 

Ever  fainting  with  defire  101 

Father  of  lights,  from  whom  proceeds  22 

Father  of  Jefus  Chrift  the  juit  ;  35 

For  e\  er  here  my  reft  mall  be  76 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghoft  85 

Father,  our  hearts  we  lift  120 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glories  mine  140 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  ikies  150 

Father  of  our  dying  Lord  187 

Father,  I  ftretch  my  hands  to  thee  214. 

God  of  my  falvation,  hear  4^ 

God  of  all  grace  and  majeily  47 

God  of  almighty  love  7 1 

God  of  all  redeeming  grace  83 

.Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim  &8 


INDEX. 

be  to  God  on  high 
( rive  to  the  winds  thy  tears 
<   od  of  my  life,  whofe  gracious  pow'r 

moves  in  a  myfterious  way 
God  of  my  life,  to  thee 
God  only  wife,  almighty,  good 
He  comes  !  he  comes !  the  judge  fevers 
"Happy  foul,  that  free  from  harms 
Help,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  fly 
Holy  Lamb,  who  thee  receive 
How  tedious  and  tailelefs  the  hours 
Holy*  and  true,  and  righteous  Lord 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 
I  lappy  the  nan  that  finds  the  grace 
Happy  the  fouls  to  Jefus  join'd 
He  dies,  the  friend  of  finners  dies 
How  do  thy  mercies  clofe  rne  round 
J  ■  <w  happy  every  child  of  grace 
appy  foul,  thy  days  are  ended 
Head  of  the  church  triumphant 
Hciannah  to  Jefus  on  high 
Happy  who  in  Jefus  live 
How  happy  are  they 
How  mail  a  loll  fmner  in  pain 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  fing 
Jefu,  let  thy  pitying  eye 
Jefu,  if  ftill  the  fame  thou  art 
jefus,  if  il ill  thou  art  to-day 
Jefu,  lover  of  my  foul  A 

I  want  a  principle  within 
^efus,  come,  thou  hope  of  glory 
J  third,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 
jefus,  thou  all  redeeming  Lord 
Infinite.,  unexhaufled  love 


INDEX. 

Jefu,  my  ftrength,  my  hope 

Jefu,  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend 

Jefu,  my  life,  ihyfelf  apply 

Jefu,  thou  art  our  king 

Jefu,   my  truth,  my  way 

Jefus,  thou  everlaiting  King 

Jefus,  my  Lord  attend 

Jefus,  from  whom  all  bleffmgs  flow 

Jefus,  thy  boundlefs  love  to  me 

Jefus  hath  dy'd  that  I  might  live 

Jefus,  the  all-fufiaining  word 

Jefus,  redeemer  of  mankind 

Jefus,  thy  wandering  fheep  behold 

Jefus,  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone 

I'll  praife  my  maker  while  I've  breath 

jefu,  gteat  fhepherd  of  the  meep 

Jefu,  lord,  we  look  to  thee 

Jefu,  united  by  thy  grace 

Jefu?,  accept  the  praife 

In  that  fad  memorable  night 

Jefu,  at  whofe  fupreme  command   _ 

Jefu,  dear,  redeeming  Lord, 

Jefu,  we  thus  obey 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  defcending 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  bead 

Leader  of  faithful  fouls,  and  guide 

Lord,  and  is  thine  anger  gone 

Lord,  I  believe  thy  every  word 

Love  divine,  all  love's  excelling 

Light  of  life,   feraohic  fire 

Let  him  to  whom  we  now  belong 

Lo  !  in  thy  hand  I  lay 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 


INDEX. 

Lord,  I  believe  a  reft  remains 

Lord  of  the  harveft  hear 

Let  earth  and  heaven  agree 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak 

Lord  Jefu,  when,  when  fhaJI  it  be 

Let  all  who  truly  bear 

My  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo 

Maker,  Saviour  of  mankind 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 

My  Cod  !  I  know,  I  feel  thee  mine 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou 

My  God,  I  am  thine 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend 

O  for  a  thcufand  tongues  to  fing 

O  love  divine  !    what  haft  thou  done 

O  that  I  could  repent 

()  love  dfvine  !  how  fweet  thou  art 

O  Jefus  my  hope 

O  thou  that  hear'ft  when  finners  cry 

O  that  I  could  my  Lord  receive 

O  God,  cur  help  in  ages  part, 

O  almighty  God  of  love 

G  for  a  heart  to  praife  my  God 

O  that  my  load  of  im  were  gone 

G  thou,  to  whofe  all  fearching  fight 

O  fun  of  righteoufnefs  arife 

Of  him  who  did  Salvation  bring 

O  joyful  found  of  gofpel-grace 

C  God,  of  good  the  pqfathoxn'd  fea 

O  Jefus,  ray  reft 

O  tell  me  no  more 


INDEX. 

O  what  (hall  I  do  my  Saviour  to  praife 

O  God  of  all  grace 

O  thou  God  of  my  falvation 

O  thou,  who  this  myfterious  bread 

Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  !  'tis  good  to  raife  ' 
Praife  ye  the  Lord,  y'  immortal  choirs 
Peace,  troubled  foul,  thou  need'ft  not  fear 
Peace  be  on  this  houfe  bellow 'd 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 
Rejoice  for  a  brother  deceasM 
Rock  of  Ifrael,  cleft  for  me 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die- 
Sinners,  obey  the  gofpel  word 
Stay,  thou  infulted  fpiriu  flay 
Saviour,  the  world's  and  mine' 
Son  of  God,  if  thy  free  grace 
Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve 
Son  of  God,  thy  bleffing  grant 
Saviour  of  the  fin-lick  foul  107 

See  gx"acious  Lord,  with  pitying  eye*  122 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  found  1  m 

Still  for  thy  loving  kindnefs,  Lord  im 

Soldiers  of  Chrift,  arife  j66 

Sing  to- the  great  Jehovah's  pratlie  212 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  n 

Thou  judge  of  quick  and  dead  1 6 

Terrible  thought !  fhall  I  alone  20 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majefty  2  f 

To  the  haven  of  thy  breafl  37 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  itrength,  my  tow'r        59 

The  praying  fpirit  breathe  65 


INDIX. 

PAG1 

'The  thing  my  God  doth  hate  7: 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whofe  height        7; 

Thou  mepherd  of  Ifrael  and  mine  93 

Thou  great  myfterious  God  unknown  1 1: 

Thy  ceafelefs,  unexhauftcd  love  12! 

The  fpacious  firmament  on  high  136" 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praife 

The  God  of  Abraham  praife 

This,  this  is  the  God  we  adore 

Tho'  troubles  affail,  and  dangers  affright 

The  Lord  my  pafture  fhall  prepare 

'Tis  finifn'd,  'tis  done 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  fearch  the  ground 

Thou  God  of  truth  and  love 

The  Lord  of  earth  and  (ky 

•    Vain,  delufive  world,  adieu 

When  rifing  from  the  bed  of  death' 
With  glorious  clouds  encompait  round 
Weary  of  wand'ring  from  my  God 
Why  fhould  the  children  of  a  king 
What  now  is  my  objedt  and  aim 
V  hen  gracious  Lord,  when  (hall  it  be 

m  man  forfakes  thou  wilt  not  leave 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
When  ?li  the  mercies  of  my  God 
Where  is  my  God,  my  joy,  my  hope 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee 
WTho  is  this  that  comes  from  far 

^"e  happy  finners  here 

\  e  heavens  rejoice  in  Jefus's  grace 


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